i suppose this reply could fit into this thread, the ongoing pizza brouhaha, or really any other thread on the site...but dont you think we've reached consensus that our tangible satisfactions we're after are by their very nature both ethereal and elusive?
my point in case: al pastor. i have had the perfect al pastor at the often not perfect Arturo's at western and armitage and i wasn't even looking for it.
but passing by caught through the window a beautifully spit roasted hunk of pork just being broken down for the dinner rush. arturo's, like many places, will pre-shave their pastor to meet demand and i think that's all i'd ever had there. but not this time. i had two taken right from the spit and then impulsively ordered two more. i raved to friends, and declared arturo's the best of the local spitroasters. and then it never happened again. no matter how i timed it i never met up again with a taco in it's prime at arturo's.
will i try again? i have to. in that one taco i found a potential greater than the sourness of a dozen dispointments.