Esposa and I grew up in the Valley, so we know our share of Indian-influenced Arizona-Mexican food. This is a funky little place, but the signs out front make it clear to keep on walking to the back of the shop. There, we were greeted by an older gentleman who we assume was the owner. He was a bit dry but got our orders taken. Not real talkative. He pointed us to the back (of the back of the shop). So, we grabbed our cups of ice and walked by the two women making the food in a small 8X8 room. One was pounding away at fresh, handmade tortillas and the other assembling the food. It all looked fresh and hot. We found our way to a small, rickety table. One of the gals shouted out order numbers. After watching this show for about 10 minutes, our order was ready. We had green chili with beans on Indian fry bread. It was...good. Not very good, not great, and certainly not "the best" or "wonderful" as so many others have said. This was one of the truly rare times when I was compelled to add salt to food at a restaurant because it was a bit bland and lacking in flavor. Honestly, I think this would be a great place for casual food with a beer while watching a live band nextdoor. But to come here for just the food? Me thinks not.