Duke City BBQ – Albuquerque, New Mexico
During a 2016 campaign event in Phoenix, Arizona, Latinos for Trump founder Marco Gutierrez warned that if the country did not adopt tighter immigration standards as proposed by Republican nominee Donald Trump, there would be “taco trucks on every corner.” For many of us, the only conceivable retort was along the lines of “what could possibly be wrong with that?” Tacos (Mexico) have become as American as pizza (Italy), apple pie (England), French fries (Belgium), hot dogs (Germany), peanut butter (Ancient Inca and Aztec civilizations) and barbecue (Caribbean). These foods may not have been invented in the good ol’ USA, but we’ve adopted them. They’re part of the fabric of what makes this country fat…er, great. It’s likely that if you didn’t grow up hearing the adage “as American as apple pie,” you may have heard a version in which barbecue takes the place of or is included with apple pie. Barbecue, in fact, has supplanted apple pie as the proverbial All American gastronomical delight. It’s practically a cult in some parts of the fruited plain. At the very least, it represents a pop culture microcosm. Americans make pilgrimages to famous pantheons of barbecue to partake of meat cooked low…
