It's Sunday. For the most part folks around town will either go to church or buy some barbacoa. I am in the latter group, preferring to stand in line in the heat of Laredo's late morning rather than in the air-conditioned comfort of some church building. Maybe the long-term reward is not quite what it could be, but I am sure pleased with the short-term reward of the carne I find at Raul's.
The folks in line with me may not agree, but that is a typical Sunday in el canton.