Swish: burstage abatement (10); meat (9); vegetables (9); size (8); tortilla (8); rice (8); cheese (8); sauciness (8); spiciness (8); temperature (8)
Shrug: beans (7); ingredient mix (6)
Clang: no elements clanged
Intangibility bonus: 2 (of 2)

Expect all kinds of onions when you pony up for El Azteca’s pastor — diced green onion, chopped white onion, mega-grilled onion. So many onions, sure, but not so many to outdo this sizable slab’s exceptional pork. Dense, smoky, and generously flavorful, this has to be some of the finest meat-fare on the San Francisco taqueria scene. The ingredient mix suffered from a bit of inelegance, judging by how top-heavy the spicing was, and how the otherwise respectable refried beans got lost among all that rad pork. And wasn’t that an ingrown tortilla there? Pretty sure it was, but the kitchen didn’t mind grilling it for us (as well it shouldn't). Anyway, the mix improved in the lower half. Onions! The overall temperature could have used a boost, but at least the grates of Jack cheese were sufficiently melted. Along with the celebrated pork, the chopped bell pepper-enhanced vegetable contingent co-ruled the day. And there was no doubting intangibility’s up-front role throughout. Scallions!

Swish: spiciness (10); burstage abatement (10); size (9); rice (9); meat (8); beans (8); sauciness (8); ingredient mix (8); temperature (8)
Shrug: tortilla (7); cheese (6); vegetables (6)
Clang: no elements clanged
Intangibility bonus: 2 (of 2)

So rarely do we meet a meat advertised as "spicy" that actually puts the fire-boot in, but El Azteca's pork hit all the high notes on our spiciness meter. So did this sizable slab's salsa. Attributes like these helped offset the less glorious elements at work here, such as the far too sticky tortilla, the moments of unmelted jack cheese, the bunchy cilantro, and the underthick guacamole. But that OMR up there is no lie – this was a solid effort that built upon El Azteca's milder success two years prior. The jumbo-grain rice was beautifully seasoned throughout, and the mix sidestepped the cilantro attack to imbue the burrito with a crucial sense of ingredient community. Terrific pico de gallo added a swashbuckling tang to most bites, while the pasty refrieds – short on actual bean content, but long on deliciousness – also earned their stripes. Tasty cuts of pork and impervious construction rounded out this impressive foiled meal.

My, they were friendly. My, it was tidy. Best of all, El Azteca Taq. concocted a fine food-blimp for us. Not unilaterally devastating – unmelted plots of cheese and a mildly disappointing overall temperature saw to that – but given all that went right here, a plain fine burrito. Let’s take it from the bottom: although we weren’t subjected to any disastrously cold bites, parts of this burrito couldn’t get past the mere kinda-warm stage, despite its post-construction steamer lockdown. The dodgy, expected by-product – unmelted (jack) cheese – ensued. And what of the hind-end foil nearly swallowing the final bite for us? Aside from these missteps, it was pretty much full speed ahead on all other fronts, from the generally inoffensive ingredient mix and crazy-looking, but tasty orange sauce in which the chicken lounged, to the bloated Spanish rice and hell-bringing flourish of spice. Special kudos to the addition of much freshly chopped onion, which along with the sharp pico de gallo upped the veggie ante. The spicy chicken was actually spicy (sometimes it isn’t), tasty, and the recipient of adequate cook-time. And if this burrito had been sized in the men’s shoes department, it would have been a size 10, easy.

A titanic effort wasted by heavy lettuce inclusion, poorly chopped steak, and overmoistness. Much spicy kick reared up between all the salad-like bites, however.