My brother thinks I’m crazy.

I grew up in Phoenix, and my parents and brother still live there. Whenever I visit, I am decidedly uninterested in going to any of the restaurants my brother has on his list of new and happening foodie places. He knows where the best seasonal local beers are on tap and where the hippest new micro-regional Mexican food is to be had. If you’re looking for a recently opened place in Phoenix with street tacos the way they make them in, say, the Xochimilco neighborhood of Oaxaca, check with my brother. Generous with his insider knowledge, he’s eager to share his discoveries.