The margaritas were delicious that night. The tequila rolled over my tongue with a sexiness I hadn't felt in a long time. God, I miss margaritas. That's what I get for being on weight watchers. That even after only two my body was revolting on Saturday morning.
The music was a little loud, perhaps. The waiter was a bit too happy, perhaps. But this IS Vegas. And the cheesy chicken thing I had was delicious.
I believe that if I cared more about seeing and being seen, I'd like this place a little more. But I could care less and really just want good drinks, good food, and good service. So, I'd say that Pink Taco adequately fills the bill.