Very nasty carne asada served here in Mexico, Phoenix. The Mexican speaking cashier had to be substituted for an English speaking person midway through our order. This is not Trump country. Upon arrival home with carne asada burrito, I took three small bites before noticing an avalanche of fatty pieces and grizzle. It was pretty standard stuff for these type of places, so I actually took a major leap of faith, but was wrong. The carne ended up dumped out in the trash soon after that third bite. One white businessman was inside during lunch amongst a throng of Mexicans who apparently love fatty, grisly carne asada burritos.