Food is made to order and delightful. Gal at the counter seems miserable, with evil glares, and poor conversation skills. If I didn't know any better I would think she was human trafficked and forced to serve my gringo self delicious rolled tacos three or four times a week. Watch your back after dark and expect to be "le me ax you sump tin man"-ed by a chap holding a weed-waker. Great food though, even if the neon green guacamole sets you off.