Taq. Cazadores didn’t do itself, its fans, or our cranky panelists any favors by scuzzing our weighty, fiery lunch with scattered pods of sour cream, but there were other issues just as serious occurring here. The clear absence of pico de gallo and that mere trace of guacamole ensured an embarrassing vegetables performance, and while we’re in clueless-sleuth mode, where’d the cheese go at? We barely tasted (or even witnessed) any. The ingredient mix was fine enough, but it still kept a few ingredients — such as the unremarkable, paling rice and drably OK refried beans — out of the game a bit too much. The tortilla was respectably grilled, and we totally appreciated the perfect run of hot bites and reliable, if slightly floppy construction. As for the allegedly saucy pork, it was the English footballer of meats: pretty tough on the outside, kind of dry on the inside. Mediocre, seven-mustache burritos deserve equally mediocre analogies.