El Coyote

Tequila rite of passage where the wiley skip anything even resembling food. Generous margaritas go down like Slurpies, with double the brain freeze. Legendary scene of Paramount post-posts. Back in the day it was Sharon Tate's unfortunate Last Supper; today it's Dennis Franz and stoned teenagers hoping they're not carding. They are. Kitsch family decor, and a maze of Mexico's most stereotypical chachkas. A pancho here, a mask there. It's cozy, familiar, must-have fun.