So, next time you’re staring at that menu, take a deep breath. Look for clues. Remember the color, the texture, and the general vibe. Or, just be bold and ask. Nobody is going to judge you.
Actually, someone might judge you. But they’re probably a taco snob, and you should ignore them. You’re here for joy, not perfection. A taco snob is the worst kind of snob.
Here’s the real truth: barbacoa is a journey, not a destination. Whether it’s beef or pork, if it’s cooked right and wrapped in a warm tortilla with some cilantro and onion, you’ve already won. Who cares what animal it came from?
Okay, maybe you care a little. It’s a valid question. But don’t let it ruin your lunch. Just take a bite, close your eyes, and say thank you. To the cow. Or the pig. Or the universe. We’re all in this delicious mess together.
