Review
Fat Joe here again wit another restaurant review for all of yous. I was getting some new tires for my IROC from my boy Ralphy “Spare Tire” over in Jersey and while dey was puttin dem things on I went to grab a some grub over at dis little Mexican joint, El Azteca. Dis place don’t look like much from da outside but man I will tell ya what, they pack it in wit some great food on the inside. After walkin in dis place and proceedin by the counter dis Mexican took me into a back dining area, where I thought I was gonna be greeted by either some goombas or a card game. Instead they led me to a booth where they laid me out some nachos and salsa, which I promptly devoured before they could take even take my drink order. Notfornuttin, from what I could taste of the salsa from off of my shirt, it was as good as eatin a whole pizza in bed. After takin a look at what dey got for lunch specials I ordered myself some fajitas which was preceded by some chicken soup. They grub came out quickly, like it was fresh out of the can, this was proally cause I started grabbing chips and salsa from other nearby tables and askin people if dey knew me from my website. After some dirty looks and a couple of threats, my fajitas came out and you know what cus, they where solid. Although I couldn’t convince that little Mexican busboy to make my fajitas for me, and to think even after I offered him a quarter he still gave me the finger and trew a hot tamale in my eye. Lemme tell ya something else deez fajitas where pretty good and der guacamole was almost as outstanding as the warrants I have over in Delaware. Where dis place really excels is the price, I mean I ate enough for two people for just over a twenty spot, I can’t even get a couch dance at Wizards for dat. One more thing, from what I saw, they got no booze, but they might have been hidin that on me account of me pullin from my flask throughout my stay.
The price here you can’t beat, especially at lunch time, which is really my first meal of the day. These guys are not here to bend you over, they are lookin to turn some tables and create some volume. Which really goes the same for me cause god knows when I get some Dewers in me I have been known to toss over a table or two. By the size of my pants, (which could second as a tarp) I can fill most elevators by my lonesome, now that’s some volume.
The parking lot here was full when I got here and is shared by a few more businesses namely a 7-11, so I had a problem initially when I pulled in. After telling a couple construction workers about my pinky ring and how it might accidentally dent their forehead they moved a couple spots for me and my buddies stang. I mean its no IROC, but what is?
