The first time I dipped a birria taco in that consomé, I understood what people mean by "spiritual experience." The crispy tortilla, the tender shredded beef, the melted cheese, and then that dip into the rich, deeply spiced, ruby-red consomé — it's a flavour combination so perfect that I closed my eyes and forgot I was standing in my kitchen in suburban Chicago. For about three seconds, I was somewhere beautiful. Then my youngest spilled juice on the floor and reality returned. But those three seconds were magnificent.