I am down in Vegas all the time for work. I mean, like 15 days out of the month of July this year. You know what gets really freaking old in Las Vegas? Eating $15 mediocre burgers and fries, or crappy $25 small pizzas up and down the strip? What do you want? You want a great burrito, solid salsa and guacamole, a hole in the wall feel, and some quiet. Essentially, you want El Frescos. Four of us (all down the same length of time) sat down miserable, defeated, and hating humanity after that much time in Las Vegas. Every single one of us feels that this was top 5 mexican places we have been to, and the best Mexican establishment in Las Vegas.
El Frescos, I joke not when I tell you that you pulled me back from the abyss of never ending despair.