I popped in to this little gem by accident at the arts factory on a rainy night. It sounds like a cheesy love affair. It is.
I'm from the East Coast where this feels as much like a pizza place that I would visit every Friday night. The atmosphere is automotive steam punk. The food is made in house. Fresh pressed tortillas. The pork was really flavorful. Organic soda from Tractor is a welcome option.
Las Vegas is missing restaurants that have a singular offering with passion and pride behind the counter. I found one.