An evening meal with low expectations, that still managed to disappoint at every opportunity. As someone who has lived in Texas and visited Baja California (Mexican peninsula) dozens of times, I have sampled my fair share of Mexican food. Ordered an appetizer of chips and salsa - a Mexican staple almost impossible to screw up. No salsa verde (sold out) so instead settled for their (moderately) hot salsa, sour cream, guacamole, and pico de gallo. On that note, pico actually has more than the two ingredients that ours comprised...so I recommend adding jalapeños, cilantro (coriander), salt and lime juice if you really want to call your tomato and onion mix pico de gallo in the future. The plate of tortilla chips that accompanied would have just about filled a cereal bowl but was generously refilled (for an additional £2.50). Ordered the grande burrito to follow...thankfully I ordered the large as I doubt the regular sized entre would be visible with naked eye. Requested it be filled with carne asada (sold out), so opted for chicken instead. Not willing to spend another £9.50 on an over-priced, salty margarita I instead opted for a Mexican beer. A Pacifico (sold out)...Modelo (sold out)...Sol (sold out). OK, enough with this game...how about you just bring me any Mexican beer you DO have. The waiter brought me an Estrella...from Barcelona. Close enough, right? At least they're both "cerveza". One of my lucky fellow patrons ordered the quesadilla with char-grilled chicken. I will say that the aroma of that dish proceeded itself and could be smelled as soon as it left the kitchen. Not due to the aromatic spices used in the chargrilling process, but because it had clearly been left on the stove for about 5 minutes too long and the tortilla was completely burnt. That immediately was sent back prompting a visit from who I can only assume was the "chef" responsible for this abomination. He actually had the "huevos" to justify the still smouldering, carbon-coated dish, stating it was "chargrilled", somehow implying that not only the chicken was supposed to be served that way, the tortilla surrounding the meat was also supposed to resemble something desperately pulled from a house fire in the vane hope it could somehow be saved. (It couldn't) To summarize, a Mexican restaurant that has no salsa verde, carne asada, or Mexican beer is akin to your local McDonalds running out of burgers, special sauce, and coke. Perhaps instead of opening your doors for dinner this evening, you might want to consider a resupply trip to Costco. Just a thought...