Asking The Right Questions

-AND-
 Understanding the answers.

 Heading to Mexico City on Friday...
All that tequila ain't gonna drink itself, y'know.

One of the reasons I like going to Mexico City is the street food, and I'm really looking forward to a little shithole around the corner from the hotel I'm staying in...
The place is called Tacos Don Guero...

 It's a little al pastor place in a renovated garage... I did a rundown on it last year...
Read original story here.

One of the real dangers is that cone-o-meat...
The first night I went there I had a translator with me.
Kinda like watching commercial sausage or hot dogs being made, you don't want to know what is in the giant cone-o-meat.

Yours Truly: "Ask him what kind of meat is in the al pastor"
Translator: "¿Qué tipo de carne está en el al pastor? Es carne de cerdo o pollo?"
Masetro Del La Plancha: (Laughs)
T:"¿Es el caballo?"
MDLP:"Usted desea que era caballo. Le gustaría que fuera carne de burro."
T: "¿Entonces que es?"
MDLP:"Es una mezcla de rata, el perdedor del perro pelea de la noche anterior, y las chicas de Europa del Este que no mantenga la respiración muy bien."
 T:"Ah. Bueno."
YT: "So, what is it?"
T: "He says it is chicken." 

 Sometimes you're better off not knowing.


TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE