I went with a group of folks from a conference in downtown Phoenix and was told "We're going to a Mexican restaurant." That wasn't exactly a lie, but calling Chico Malo "a Mexican restaurant" is like calling an iPhone a calculator. First, it took a while to take in the whole menu - so many varieties of food, each with every single ingredient listed. I ordered the diablo shrimp tacos, which were tasty, plump shrimp in light soft tortilla tacos, a little bit of spice and crunchy shreds of cabbage and some smooth avocado. There was also some huge plate of chips mixed with all kinds of goodies that kept getting passed around - I didn't order it, but I ate more than my share. This appears to be a fancy place from the looks of it, and the food is really good, but don't be fooled if someone calls it just "a Mexican restaurant." It's much more than that.