Decor is quirky and fun to look at, but food tastes like what my hippie roommate used to scrounge out of our first apartment's fridge. Like, oh, we have some fish sauce, taco spice, chicken, and dried mango - what can we make? Almost like the chef had heard about a cool, international dish and attempted to make it without using a recipe or tasting the results. My husband's salmon taco was decent, but my pho's flavors clashed so badly it was nigh on inedible and even my friend's fried food was overspiced.