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| - I was all set to fall in love with this place, but it fell short.
It was Saturday night and the restaurant was completely empty around 6pm. Given its location, I was not surprised. Later, a couple families came in. I felt super out of place being a non-native, but that's easy to ignore. It's all about the food after all! And I wanted the real deal.
Our table smelled funny. (nuff said)
My friend ordered one of the taco dishes...she ate half of it. (I'm not sure if that is because she's skinny or if it didn't taste good. It looked good and fresh.)
As we were chatting away, the restaurant being empty seemed to echo with our voices. As we continued to eat and chat, I noticed the employees suddenly turned on the radio. As my amiga was speaking, I could hear the music creep up higher and higher, almost like the workers were trying to drown her out. It was too obvious not to notice and a little weird, if not plain rude.
I ordered the Navajo Traditional Mutton Stew. It was a gentle meaty broth, piping hot with potatoes and fatty meat. I kept putting salt in there and wishing I got something else....that had flavor...or just something else. The fry bread that came with it was great, but the service was so-so (I had to ask twice for honey) and the overall experience made me wonder how hard it is to make fry bread on your own.
Pass.
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