Pros: The beer is cold.
Cons: Where to start? I find myself at an impasse to find a word both graphic and horrible enough to describe the debauchery of what they call food. My Red Chille burrito consisted of store bought cubes of over cooked meat and gristle. The red Chille sauce more closely resembled a melted red crayon and water. Did I mention the flavor? Yeah, there was none. I moved on to the stuccoesque refried beans and 3 day old rice that accompanied this experiment in culinary mediocrity. It had the flavor profile of an old hat.
Save yourself and your palate and go elsewhere.