My 1st. visit to this mock Tex-Mex bistro did nothing to give me confidence that I was going to enjoy the food ...
My date ordered the Brisket and I selected the Pulled Pork and Rib combination...with Beers to cheer our mood.
The atmosphere was sparse with earth tones abounding everywhere..even the chairs...I wondered how the cleansing process happened if you couldn't spot that elusive dried gravy spot on the table.
The meals arrived tepid...the Brisket was chewy, with the attached beans and slaw served in small ceramic dishes , resembling the urine sample containers at the Doctor's office....
My ribs were seasoned , but not meaty...I gnawed on the bone to salvage what nourishment I could.
The Pulled Pork resembled a disassembled hawser...and stringy as the last pair of a Huskie's halter.
I had lived in Texas, Oklahoma and Arizona....but the food resembled nothing that I had eaten in my feisty younger days. The prophecy of popping some Zantac came true...and we skipped dessert.
My wallet was thinner by $65.00 including a tip.