As much as I love the traditional tastes of goat meat in the many birria dishes in and around the South Texas area, as good as they truly are, it’s a place like El Birrias, 1933 N. MacArthur, with their most holy offerings of stewed sheep, that has many of those places and their cabra offerings often beaten straight to Hell.
Even though I have spent much of my invaluable local time at Birrieria Diaz down in Bethany, I haven’t been in quite a while, for reasons that you probably don’t care about.
Regardless, last week I treated my mother to lunch at El Birrias, after a rather strenuous trip to one of my many doctors. Though she undoubtedly disagreed, I needed some of that healing lamb in my system.