How many of y’all remember Menudo, the boy band that wouldn’t die? Ricky Martin fans should. How many of y’all also know Menudo is named after a traditional Mexican soup? Think about that the next time you find yourself humming along to an over-synthesized version of Feliz Navidad.
Much like sea urchin sushi, it took me a long time to appreciate the finer nuances of menudo. It could have been the hominy bobbing around like little flotation devices in the bowl, it could have been the knowledge that there were bits of pig feet swimming just under the murky surface, but I think it was really the big chunks of tripe staring up at me that made it so hard to even WANT to like this dish. However, once I got past the mental checklist of nasty ingredients and actually tasted good menudo, prepared correctly, I found that it’s pretty freaking awesome.
And I’m told it’s the cure-all for a vicious tequila hangover (ahhh, so that explains why the local Mexican restaurant only served it on Sunday mornings and why the tables were loaded with locals looking like they’d just been hit by a Mack truck).