It's impossible for me to "meh" hard enough to get across the mediocrity of this place. They use margarita mix and lime juice that comes in a plastic bottle, which I think really communicates the level of "not trying-ness" here. I ordered sangria, which tasted the way those giant $3 jugs of wine in Smith's look. No fruit, just sickly sweet and cheap white wine on ice. This was offensive. The chips and salsa were good! Good enough to wash away that craptastic sangria.
My friend ordered the empanadas for an appetizer, and these turned out to be cheez-whiz nonsense. Note to cooks: STOP putting cheez whiz in stuff. We're not a 48 year old overweight housewife in Nebraska; We don't eat canned cheese-product.
I got the chicken tinga enchiladas, which had a good tomatillo sauce. It was pretty fresh and nom-worthy and I 100% ate both enchiladas. Boo to the dry rice and beans and shriveled, sad lettuce served alongside.
Service was fine; the waiter was timid but was trying, which is all we can really ask for. Not sure what to make of the mexican rap playing from the Mac computer throughout dinner. Thank goodness I had good company.