The decor of the place is really the only reason I might come back here. The menu's are wooden and they use those hand-made carpets as table covers, it all looks very 'I-just-stepped-into-a-Mexican-Ranch' like.
The food was blase. My mother ordered the "vegetarian" quesidilla and there was beef in it...? I ordered the taco salad and felt my insides churning as they tried to work through the gallons of sour cream they had drenched it in.
The server was alright. I think she thought she was a lot more efficient than she actually was, which bothered me. When someone orders 'vegetarian' you might want to inquire whether or not they can eat beef...
Ordered a coffee at the end, you know, to try and wash down the mistakenly biten beef bit and the incessant flavour of sour cream, and it was very hot, and very tasteless.
It's a convienient location, so if you are down town and are under some form of influence that diminishes your sense of taste, than you are good to go! Drop by!