Against the backdrop of a black and white Day of the Dead mural, and with a three-piece mariachi band serenading us, two friends and I grabbed an outdoor patio table to chow down on the hugest taco the three of us had ever seen. It was the grand opening of Eat My Taco, and as we dined under brightly colored papel picado banners, I felt a sense of certainty that I’d definitely be coming back...
There was a day when Mexican food here in Phoenix meant just one thing — an Americanized hybrid cuisine that generally involved globs of yellow melted cheese. I’m not complaining. I grew up on the stuff, and I still love it to this day. But it’s pretty cool that over the past 20 years or so, we’ve been introduced to more and more regional specialties that demonstrate the vastness and nuance of Mexican cooking —...
