Spanish Village has been serving Mexican favorites in the Third Ward since 1953. Times have changed, but the food hasn’t at this longstanding eatery, playing hosts to mayors and governors over the years in a ramshackle space with an offbeat charm. Perennial strings of Christmas lights hang around an enclosed wraparound porch, illuminating terra-cotta tiles and a wall of polaroids picturing sombrero-toting patrons. Inside, expect heaping portions of enchiladas piled with rice and tortillas and drowned in a golden, gooey pool of queso. It’s not your tia’s kitchen, but does she have a frozen margarita machine? Didn’t think so.