One night market. Two grills, side by side. Hoshi, the tiger, cooked with Korean fire: sizzling bulgogi, gochujang and a spatula that never stopped. Aji, the axolotl, answered with Mexican soul: warm tortillas, bright salsa and a squeeze of lime.

Each one swore their flavor was the best. Then one night a hungry customer stopped between the two stalls, and both of them wanted him. That was it. They had to settle it for good.

Kimchi against lime. Fire against salsa. The clash lit up the sky. And when the smoke cleared, both were flat on their backs and nobody had won. Something better had happened: the flavors had found each other.

They laughed, bumped fists and built one grill for two. That’s the taco in your hands. That’s K-Órale.