We were greeted after 10 minutes of just patiently standing there...by a lady with pink eye!! EW! She seemed like she could read what was on our minds and immediately said, "It's just me and one other person working here..." as she guided us to a table..taking off without saying anything else.
Oh boy.
The waiter was wearing a black net on his head. I could just tell just how short of people they were! The cook IS the waiter as well. The hostess IS a waitress as well. LOL! It's a good thing the waiter was on top of things, because the food wasn't bad, but it wasn't that great either.
Food just reminded me of the same old mexican food joints that I've been to. The salsa for the chips was not chunky, kinda just like soggy marina sauce. The mexican pizza had good ground beef and toppings but they should make it so the thing doesn't fall apart as soon as you pick it up.
The chimichanga was probably the best part, the side of smushed refried beans and fluffy 'fake' orange rice (as I call it), and shreds of useless lettuce was just the same as many other places. Bleh. Bill came to $30. I just don't want to leave with pink eye.