Houston, we have a flavor problem. Not the kind NASA worried about.
But the kind that hits your taste buds like a barbecue smoke cloud on a summer evening. I came for tacos and agua fresca, and somehow ended up in a full-blown Texas showdown, guided entirely by the locals who clearly take this stuff very seriously.
From sizzling fajitas that could start small arguments to enchiladas that felt like a hug wrapped in cheese, these spots weren’t just restaurants, they were Houston institutions…