Most egregious failure: the walleye taco contained a single morsel of indiscernible fried matter, approximately the size of a tater tot. Literally just a small chunk of fried batter, no fish. Trying to wrap my head around how someone could put it on the tortilla and consciously decide that it would pass as a legitimate taco. Other tacos were less of a horror story, but far cry from noteworthy. Meh. Corn tortillas seemed like the mass produced sort one would find in a chain grocery store. Granted, I live in the taco paradise that is San Diego and admittedly a bit spoiled, but come on... pay attention and serve a fish taco that comes with the fish. That's not asking for the world.