Barbacoa tastes like earthy smoke, warm chili, and a hug from a very slow, patient cow. It’s savory, slightly tangy, and ridiculously tender. If you close your eyes while eating it, you might actually smell the agave fields (or at least a really good charcoal grill).
Your assignment this week: go find a taqueria that has barbacoa on the weekend menu. Order three tacos. Eat one plain, one with salsa, and one while staring dramatically into the distance. You will understand. And if you can’t find any, just remember: the flavor is worth the hunt. It’s the meat that proves patience—and fire—can create magic.
Now go eat some smoky, gloriously messy barbacoa. You’re welcome.
