Let's start by stressing that Casa Rodriguez is a perfectly fine Mexican restaurant that serves plenty of food prepared from animal parts Americans consider normal.
Dining experiences there are not based on tripe and tongue. That small part of the menu just happens to bring out the adventurer in me.
Tripe is part a beast I never ate in any form, let alone on a taco. It is cow stomach.
"You'll probably like it if you like liver and stuff like that," the waitress said. Those words did not fill me with encouragement.
"How do you suggest I have that prepared?" I asked.
"Done,'' she said. Good call.
The tripe inside my tacos was cut into small pieces and evidently fried. Some parts were crispy, and some were not.
Tripe tacos, it goes without saying, are not for everyone, although tripe allegedly became fashionable a few years ago. I preferred mine drenched in lime juice and hot sauce, which means I masked the taste.
Some foods are eaten more for adventure than flavor.