el azteca, on 9th and chestnut, with nick and the two housemates. as far as mexican food goes, it did set itself apart from the crowd. the nachos tasted homemade, and my carnitas were not too salty, which is sometimes all you can ask for when you eat out. everyone seemed to be having a birthday, the colorful sombrero being passed from head to head like an anointing. we considered faking one for ice cream in a tortilla bowl with a sparkler stuck into it, but did not.