I didn’t move to Arizona for the food. I came for the sunsets, the saguaros, and the promise of 300 days of sunshine.
But after my third accidental nap in 100-degree heat, I realized something: I needed tacos. And not just any tacos.
I needed tacos that tasted like my abuela made them, if my abuela happened to be a James Beard-nominated chef from Oaxaca who moonlights as a salsa DJ…