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White people owe Mexico yet another apology for this one. How the hell are there multiple locations for this restaurant. Absolutely shameful. Everything tastes like a child getting creative with store bought, pre made taco ingredients. Nothing authentic about it at all. Everything was either too sweet or too salty (including the quacamole). Honestly, don't come here. If you want Ortega brand taco spices, pre shredded bag cheese, and canned beans... go to the supermarket. Nothing is cooked right, and even the tortillas are bad. At 4 bucks a pop, I'd rather get punched in the dick than ever eat here again. The wait stuff is nice and fast, but seriously, the food is worse than vomit. You will like this food if you enjoy being chained up in a basement and hit in the mouth over and over again with a lead pipe. Seriously, cool angst music and sugar skulls don't make food good. What the fuck? There really must not be a god. The most fun we had eating here is trashing the trash food. If you fed it to your dog I would call the ASPCA on you. It is the Chef Boy-r-D of Mexican food, if Chef Boy-r-D was Pietro Manzoni, that artist who pooped in cans.
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