Staff Pick: Our friend Ana looked high and low for a great chile relleno in this town. One that's not too eggy, nice and fluffy stuffed with flavor and one that doesn't linger in a negative way. She found lots of good ones, but the truly great one is at El Charro. This place has been a Tucson landmark since the days when radio evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson wandered in and out of the desert near Douglas with a cockamamie story of how she had been kidnapped. (She later admitted to having a tryst with a business partner; oh the weakness of the flesh.) Anyway, when she walked through the dusty streets of Agua Prieta, Sonora, on her way to Douglas, legend has it that she turned down water and instead asked for a chile relleno from El Charro in Tucson. We're trying to start a few new legends and with El Charro's help, we'll succeed.
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