I’ve spent enough evenings eating my way through Arizona to know some Mexican restaurants never really have an off night.
Even on an ordinary Tuesday, I keep finding dining rooms full of regulars, tables covered in chips and salsa, and that unmistakable smell of grilled meat and warm tortillas pulling me straight through the door.
That is part of what I love most about these places. They feel lively, familiar, and deeply comforting all at once…