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New York Mexican cuisine has undergone a serious upgrade in the last five years, with authentic taco stands sprouting up from Hell's Kitchen to Jackson Heights, and nuevo chefs going upscale with tableside guacamole preparation and exotic herbs like epazote. Still, there are times when you want nothing more than a big, bad burrito the size of your forearm, washed down with a margarita or Dos Equis. Enter San Marcos. It's huge and loud, the waitresses are impatient, and your fellow diners are uptowners and B&Ters fueling up for a night of drunken revelry in the East Village. Still, there are a couple of hip (and possibly lost) cuties scattered about, and you are planning your own brand of drunken revelry, so you can overlook the fact that the tortilla chips are a bit stale, the skewered chipotle chicken tastes mainly of salt, the flautas of fat, and that beef-chili burrito of… well, maybe it's just best to focus your taste buds on the fresh, sweet bell peppers. — Matt Gross

Daily, 3pm-7pm, two-for-one drinks