We'd been led to believe this was a hidden culinary secret, an oasis of solid Mexican eats just about where you would least expect it.
Well, I was raised on Mexican food and will walk on shards of glass to get it when it's done properly. At Azteca, all we got were the flavors of canned tomatoes and heavy doses of salt. Nary an iota of flavor beyond what you would expect from an MRE, and it took a real effort to come close to finishing it.
To top it off, although they have no liquor license and have been in business for well over a year, they don't allow you to bring your own beer or wine. I've been in Pennsylvania for years and never encountered this before.
Send your worst enemies here!
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