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Near the open-air fleamarket on the east end of town is a sprawling Mexican retail complex called La Fiesta, started by a sometimes-jailbird named Miguel. Whatever else he had in his past, that man could COOK, so when I happened to find myself in that part of town recently around dinnertome, I had to stop in. As I remembered, there were cilantro-seasoned, lime-cooled, serrano-heated salsas, rich lardy beans and hand-patted tortillas, but best of all were the tacos al pastor — just as I remembered them from my youth in Mexico, with chile-soaked pork and fresh pineapple on top.
