Our server, a young woman with an Eastern European accent wearing a bright yellow T-shirt and a sombrero, was no more familiar with refried beans than she was with different brands of tequila. But we had as much fun poking fun at the lack of authenticity as we did diving into our burritos and margaritas. The discrepancies certainly didn’t stop us from eating.

The full blog post, about London’s taquerias, is at the NEW YORK TIMES