I meant to take a nice photo of my gastro spread, but I tucked into it without thinking. Blissfully good Mexican grub has that effect on me.
In Dallas less than three hours, I was told by half a dozen people that I couldn't miss the Blue Goose. I took the recommendation to heart, and went a little overboard at dinner. My fiesta began with tamales and goose eggs, moved into alambrado de puerco, and ended with tilapia tacos. Don't worry, I shared.