Some of my more timid friends get sketched out going to this neighborhood because the only news coming out of this area is bad news. Bunch of namby-pamby babies...
Reminds me of someones grandparents basement. The kind where they have one of those bars where your their grandma likes to make people drinks. Except this one has really good mexican food. And margaritas that look a lot like lime Kool-Aid. It's almost the same green as the stripes on the outside of the building.
Don't panic when you get there and try to open the front door and it's locked. You are supposed to enter through the rear of the building by their tiny parking lot.
I love when people exclaim how this place is "authentic"... Have you seen the paint on this place? Of course it's authentic.