Oaxaca was one of our most bizarre dining experiences. Our good friend adores their food at the airport, so we were anticipating some yummy food.
As many people have noted, their salsa is weird. Ketchup salsa, yuck. So we asked our server for "salsa, salsa." She was confused and returned with a pico de gallo looking bowl. It turned out to be a partially frozen pico de gallo. So we gave up.
The entrees including a nacho platter, enchiladas...were okay but nothing memorable. We sat outside in the patio area and were slowly overtaken by a hoarde of servers/bartenders in black attire milling about before the Saturday club scene. We watched the place transform from restaurant into a disco complete with creepy managers eyeing the female staff.