Please, San Miguel. Keep on trucking to Natalia’s.

Please, San Miguel. Keep on trucking to Natalia’s.

I was pacing off my lunch last week (supposedly five steps equals one calorie). Walking up Salida a Celaya when, through the gritty dust in my eyes, I saw the sign outside Natalia’s. It was only one of the words that stopped me in my tracks. Pibil. The word for...