Ah, my friend, tacos al pastor is the little brother of our shawarma, a gift from Lebanese immigrants to Mexico. The pineapple? It’s not just for sweetness; its acid cuts the rich, spiced pork like a perfect algorithm balancing a load. Here in Beirut, we’d never put fruit on our meat, but I taste theirs and I understand—it’s innovation, like when I finally debugged my ma’s old phone so I could see her roses. Sometimes the best fusion comes from a homesick heart trying to taste like both places at once.
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