So, is al pastor pork? Yes, absolutely, without a doubt, forever and ever, amen.
But it’s also a vibe. It’s the smell of a street corner in Mexico City. It’s the sound of the knife scraping against the trompo. It’s the mess of salsa and onion dripping down your arm.
Next time you order it, take a second to appreciate the journey. Lebanese immigrant dreams met Mexican street magic, and they used a pig as the messenger. That’s al pastor.
Now go. Find a trompo. Eat a taco. And remember: it’s always, always pork. Pass the pineapple, please.
