The trademark mask is everything in lucha libre. After Saturday’s event, one man will lose it forever.
BEVERLY, MA – Sitting in a bite-size taqueria, the aroma of skirt steak on the grill causes mouths to water.
The smells os cilantro and onion permeate the air, and the acute rhythm of those hustling behind the counter provide lyrics to the culinary delights—marinated chicken, brisket, and beef tongue—ready to be wrapped and hand-delivered to the masses. The teeny interior is juxtaposed by the explosion of flavor in its food, but the structure comes to life thanks to artwork featuring icons of lucha libre.