Goat, the Other Red Meat: La Quebrada, Cicero
Sometimes, when I’m trying to impress myself with what eating machines we humans are, I ponder how many tons of animal flesh I’ve consumed over my lifetime. Perhaps a small feedlot of beeves, pens of pigs, no doubt…but not nearly enough goat.
I really like goat – it’s moist, flavorful, pleasingly gamey without the full-on funk of, say, raccoon – but it’s not that easy to find in this part of the world. I can count on two fingers the places within 5 miles of my house that sell the stuff: Tropical Taste on First Avenue in Maywood is one, and La Quebrada is the other.
Tonight, with The Wife and kids out-of-town somewhere, I was on my own, so I went over to La Q in Cicero for barbacoa de chivo. I doubt that the good folks there prepare their barbacoa in an earthen pit, but this was some magnificent goat: extremely tender, done with just the faintest hint of pink at the center, sprinkled with pickled jalapeno, simply presented with finely chopped cilantro and onion, a side bowl of frijoles de la Hoya (Guerrero-style pinto beans), and some of La Q’s exquisite house-made tortillas. With a courteous nod to the vegetable kingdom, I had a big glass of carrot juice.
Goat doesn’t seem very fatty, though it has a richness and full mouthfeel that one might associate with a fat-rich meat. It’s packs loads of flavor – as much, I think, as a decent slab of beef.
People sometimes complain that goat is stringy, but my guess is that this is an indication of inept preparation rather than the fault of this noble beast/entrée.
Which brings me to the gist of the lesson.
Goat is unfairly “looked down” upon. People talk about an unsavory “goatiness,” and there are many derogatory expressions related to this animal; I’m talking about “old goat” and “get my goat” (that’s got to hurt, right?). As you may recall, archetypal loser Charlie Brown was always complaining about being “the goat.” In popular culture, the cartoon goat is an unnatural nuisance, a miscreant, and an eating machine (perhaps our own reflection is disturbing), eating clothes right off the line (and even the line itself, as well as tin cans and, in an old Tex Avery ‘toon, a whole train). Goya portrayed the Great He-Goat at the center of an unholy witches Sabbath and Satan’s horns are from…guess what animal? In fact, in Christian symbolism, the sinister goat is set in stark opposition to purer beasts; you know what verse I’m referring to: Matthew 25-33, “And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.” In the final accounting, goats are pretty much damned.
Anyhow, culturally, theologically, and culinarily, goats get a bad rap, and that’s not fair, because that is some tasty meat, and I intend to eat more of it.
La Quebrada
4859 W. Roosevelt
Cicero (708) 780-8110
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