When we were approached by Juan, we had no idea what we were getting into. He seemed innocent enough and always full of energy. We quickly became friends and drank beers, played crocket, and laughed a lot at the fat gringos. We were hanging out at our hotel room, making chimichangas and tamales when a knock came at our door. A man named Sanchez smiled as we opened the door, he quickly made himself at home as he pushed his way into our space. After a minute or two he started talking about the money that we owed him, he also asked us if we had any spare rice for his dog..... When i looked back Juan was gone, a white powder trail going out the window, it all started to make sense. Next thing i know 5 large angry dogs were being introduce to our room and they all looked hungry.... I had no rice. I thought quickly and came up with a plan.... If i could come up with the largest taco in the land there was no way i would suffer the fate that was so apparently rushing upon me. With the help from Boboli, Smart grounds, nascar ranch, Cheetos, Doritos cool ranch, and mozz we quickly became friends with the druglords. Our taco became known as the Big Juan, it weighed over 10 pounds. Double ranch and cheese it became a legend in small towns across Mexico. The local and national cartels began using it as a gesture of good faith when doing large deals, it was dangerously powerful and was almost outlawed. Luckily the locals kept the recipe safe and secret and are resilient in keeping it a sacred secret recipe until the end of time.