Save yourself the time and energy from coming to this wolf in sheep's clothing. My wife wanted to come here on Saturday 5/12 because we made plans for Mothers day. I don't mind waiting because usually if there is a wait it means a lot of people are drawn to the place for good reason. However after our experience I must really question their motives. We were seated outside and they sent us the least sociable server I've ever met. It was like giving my order to a serving robot. Beverages arrived 12-15 minutes later, server took our orders and then we played the waiting game again.
My wife was really excited to visit this place being that she was born in Mexico city and grew up all over Mexico. She saw the menu online and started to think about all the things she and her grandmother used to make in their kitchen. The kids ordered an elote appetizer thinking it would be a glorified version of the street vendor variety. What they got was a charred corn on the cob, flavorless and uninterested after 2 bites. My wife ordered the queso fundido and to her shock they do not serve this with tortillas. The server told us that the restaurant recommends you use the chips like we're at a hockey game ordering nachos for crying out loud. I ordered the menudo, not quite enough add ins for my preference but slighly above average for the dish itself.
Then the main courses came. With our fingers crossed hoping these would save the day, we would be sorely disappointed once again. My kids orders of carne asada tacos and the other with a hot dog left them with expressions that suggested they'd rather be at Filiberto's or Moreno's. My wife's taco's arrived, she ordered the cochinita, en suadero and al pastor, each more flavorless than the last. I have not seen her that disappointed since she got a C on a college exam, haha! I had the Camarones al Mojo de Ajo and let me tell you this is the worst possible way in the world to spend $20 on an entree of overcooked shrimp and flavorless ingredients. This dish has no imagination and is frankly an embarrassment to anyone that takes pride in Mexican cooking. I still tipped the waiter well enough because the food taste was not on him and he did enough of what he needed to do to get us out.