Don Day: Barbacoa: Within walking distance of the jardin

Published January 26, 2025

So there I was, walking down Hernandez Macias, on my way to Kenny’s for some Buffalo wings and one of his fully-loaded caesars and in the distance I see a sheep. Could it be, I thought, could it really be?

I’ve been lamenting a lot lately, desperately missing El Pato, the barbacoa joint down near the bus station that finally gave up the ghost and moved their business to Queretaro. I’d been having to traipse out to Colonia Ignacio Ramirez or up to La Luz to get my lamb fix. Could this be an undiscovered barbacoa spot.

A few strides later I could read the words. El Borrego Feliz. What could make a sheep happier, I thought, than fulfilling my longing for lamb. There also, was another word, in bold, black letters, the word barbacoa.

As I crossed Calzado de la Luz, I caught the smell of tortillas grilling. I leaned my head in and, there to my right, was a fat aluminum pot with the aroma of juicy, falling-apart lamb rising from it.

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