A review of a Mexican or Central American eatery around here is often tinged with hints of racism, even if it’s not intentional. “Doesn’t look like much, but that’s how you know it’s authentic.” That sort of thing. It’s like the shittier the surroundings, the more legitimately Latino. And we Detroiters eat that notion up. Have you tried the gas station tacos on Michigan and Livernois? How quaint! Or how about the pupuseria that was “discovered” a couple of years ago and the B.S. attempts by food critics to review it, the ones who couldn’t get over the notion that no, not all Latin American cuisine is doused in super spicy hot sauce. | Read more here.