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| - I need to qualify this whole review by saying I grew up with, literally, backyard grilled carne asada and tacos. Like, every Sunday. So. If you never lived that life, I don't fault you for liking this place. That said, the food is terrible and you can skip the rest of this review. Because the remaining message is for my man, Ruben--the OG owner who started this whole chain:
Ruben, my man. You need to drive your vehicle to the Gilbert location, and spontaneously appear...and start whacking people into shape. Or let your wife do it. Actually, let her do it. Because I *KNOW* she knows that carne is over cooked, fatty, and salty. And we both know that food is haphazardly assembled, even the simplest dishes. Like, how does one mess up a quesadilla, Ruben?! I don't know, but your Gilbert location found a handful of people who figured it out.
I like your story, Ruben. And your Mesa location still shows me there is hope. Now. I know you got some random people who don't know how to cook trying to help you scale your business. Fine. I'm all about you getting your coins while you kick back. But, don't let those same people try to convince you everyone is coming in all happy and ready to order some papas locas.
FIX THAT CARNE, RUBEN. My bro and I are right in the hood, so if you need some Chicanos to help, you let us know. We will do some mystery ordering (I'll pay!) and report back to you if the carne is improving. You can categorize it under "user research." Peace, love, and carne.
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