If you think you’ve had the best enchiladas of your life, let me ruin your memory.
At Mi Nidito, a weathered gem on South 4th Avenue in Tucson, the kitchen serves up a plate so blisteringly good it could make a Michoacán chef cry into his tamal.
This isn’t your average roadside fare—this is border-level soul, simmered in chiles, lard, and zero pretense…