Look, I didn’t set out to become Arizona’s unofficial taco detective.
But somewhere between a questionable gas station burrito and a life-changing bite of carne asada on a paper plate in the middle of nowhere, I realized something.
The best tacos in the state aren’t hiding in fancy food halls-they’re tucked behind rusted awnings, served out of walk-in coolers, and handed through a tiny window you’d miss if you blinked…