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Or more accurately, a mouthful of Ethiopia.
A Spaniard and a Texan walk into a bar. Then they start a meat-exploding tapas trailer.
When the owner's been perfecting his brisket for almost half a century, you've either got a flawless meal or a clinical case of OCD. Here, it's the former.
To my fellow ceviche countrymen: prepare for gluttony.