Call it Tongue Trouble at La Hacienda. I like the taste of tongue, so on our last visit to La Hacienda, I ordered the tongue plate. But my tongue isn't as cannibalistic as it used to be. When the lengua was judged to be too tongue-textured, as well as tongue shaped, my tongue said "Basta!" Eating it involved emotional duress, which is the opposite of what comfort food is supposed to be about.
Next time I get a taste for tongue, it's tongue tacos, cut up and modestly wrapped so they're unrecognizable.