The cashier at Cacao Mexicatessen warned Bryan that the Don Marcos taco was spicy. “I’ve had them before,” Bryan said, with confidence. “They’re great.” But this time, he ate very slowly, sniffling along the way. His eyes got watery. “I need a minute,” he said, after the last morsel. The cashier grinned. Bryan said he’d never felt such burning. “Pure habanero,” the cashier explained. “And at this time of year, with all the sun, they get really hot.” I guess if fruit can get sweeter with sunshine, peppers can get more kick! Our main course was the “Tres Puercitos,” or Three Little Pigs: a pile of carnitas, cochinita pibil and chorizo in a pig-shaped ceramic. (Although we usually get their trademark mole poblano, we decided to try something different. At least the dish came with guacamole!) Mike and his girlfriend brought a bottle of pinot noir from the Trader Joe’s next door. We were in hog heaven. My fingers still smell of corn tortillas and unctuous, succulent pork.