Throughout the centuries, having survived wars and plague epidemics, wiping out countries and demolishing cities, people have retained their love of wrapping all kinds of meat, fish and vegetables in flatbread.

Being that Mexico and Peru are the cradle of ancient civilization, let’s give them the credit for inventing stuffed flatbread. Let’s give it to them and not to Turks or Jews with their shawarma, nor to the Armenians with durum, but namely to South America. Perhaps it was brought to them by extraterrestrial civilizations, or perhaps they came up with it on their own.

Tacos gave birth to Taquerias, and the everlasting Manches happened on Earth.

Here in Russia, after reading this article, hundreds of unfortunate restaurateurs will rush to get dibs on the “taqueria”, as well as on other “new” names. They will have this “discovery”. It dawned on them and may God be with them. It will pass.

Meanwhile, we will enter into a simple batten shed with posters. The menu is on the wall and we will chew, with crunches behind the cheeks, 15 types of tacos, pouring upon them sauces and throwing upon them nachos with guacamole. Of course, we will greedily eat the divine quesadilla with cactus, fish, avocado and burning flowing cheese. Doesn’t matter if we get all stained. This is happiness! Having ordered everything from the menu and endowing it all with six very honest 250 ml margaritas, we paid 40 Euros for three and found ourselves in the paradise for gluttons and alcoholics. And the feeling wasn’t any worse than that after Leon’s Michelins or Paris’s New Waves. God works in mysterious ways. Hallelujah!

PS: Christian Brack Thomas showed me this tenth wonder of the world. The man who can find good food by touch in any corner of the planet. But what he’s up to is the theme of my next story.