Oh Burritoville, where do I start with thee...
When I first walked in here, I was expecting a real tacky Mexican place with sombreros and the whole shabang. Boy, was I wrong...
If you wanna have a good laugh ( or maybe not) on a Monday night, come here. This may sound pretty harsh but I just can't resist spending my Monday night giggling at the sight of moaning hipsters successively pouring their hearts out at the weekly open mic. The combination of overly emotional acoustic covers with bland, mediocre-at best , vegetarian Mexican food truly makes this place one of a kind. I will never forget the jokes cracked and the flavour that always lacked.
All in all, this place is pretty overpriced for a bunch of bland beans in a whole wheat tortilla.