Eat, Drink | $$$$$
Fairfax’s festive Tex Mex mainstay has held it down, in red booth and Christmas light style, since 1931. Every bit of El Coyote, from chuggable margs to melty enchiladas, seems like too much, but it’s just the right amount of too much—you know? It’s kitschy and corny and boozy and cheesy, and it all just feels so right. (Hauntingly, it was the last place Sharon Tate was alive, if Manson trivia is your thing.)