Well, I was out for a long bike ride, and had a craving for some tacos. So I told my brother who was with me today to keep an eye out. While driving along McMillan, I saw this huge word "TACOS" atop a building to our left, so I decided to stop in and try it.

Right after we entered, my brother sat down at a table instead of getting in line with me, as if he wasn't going to order anything, and I should have taken that as my 1st red flag.

There were 2 registers open, and behind each one was a male and a female that both looked as if they were 13 years old. I found this odd, especially in place that sells so much beer, but I digress.

I looked at the menu, and noticed they did everything they could to avoid using Spanish terms for the food. Pieces of steak, instead of calling it Carne Asada, they called "Fajita style". Made no sense to me, but ok. The language on the menu was just weird, but I went ahead and ordered 3 #7 tacos, that I thought was Carne Asada based on it being called marinated steak, which included onions and cilantro.

When I got to the counter, I told the person working there that I thought they looked really young, and she replied that she was. Then I noticed the tattoo on her forearm, and said "Wow, you must have really cool parents", and she replied "yeah, I do!" acting all proud of her "art".

I ordered and then asked for a Mexican coke, which is on their menu. The worker said to help myself from the giant cooler in front of me, and when I opened it, it was completely empty, save a single bottle of water at the very bottom. Then she said "Oh, I think we have some over there" as she pointed to a few pallets of beer near the entrance lining the walls very sloppily, and I said "but its warm?" and then I asked for something cold and she offered me a regular cup for a fountain drink.

I paid about $12.00, for something that would have cost me less than $10 at any normal taqueria, but I was hopeful still.

Since it was such a nice day, I decided we'd eat outside where they had a few tables and chairs. there were no tables to sit at that weren't caked on with food and droppings from previous customers. I guess they don't think it is important to keep the dining area clean.

So I went back inside to ask for a rag, and all I could find were more teenager-aged people, so I asked for a manager. The person I asked motioned to a not much older (maybe 19?) person next to him saying, this person was in charge.

I mentioned that they had no cold cokes and that maybe they should refill the cooler with coke from the pallets next to the door, and he rudely responded back "We have zero Mexican coke in the entire building". Then, I asked for a rag to clean the table with, and he offered to go clean it for me. I noticed 3 tacos in front of me on a dirty try, so I asked if this was mine, and the guy from behind the counter nodded. I picked up my 3 tacos, and then found an over-used bottle of salsa on the counter with a sticker on it saying it was prepared 3 days ago.

Not wanting to linger any further or to wait too long for my tacos to get cold, I went outside and found the "supervisor-person" wiping down the table my brother was sitting at. This person has obviously never been taught how to clean a table before, because he literally left pieces of food behind as he lazily wiped it down and then returned inside. I finished wiping it down myself, gross.

I then took a look at my tacos, and for $3.00 a piece, I guess I expected them to be double tortillas like every other street taco I had ever had, but nope, 1 single thin tortilla that wrapped my carne Asada (excuse me, fajita steak) meat. The onion wasn't diced, it was just pieces, and looked as if it had been cooked a little. I was at least lucky that there was a little cilantro in my taco.

After biting into it, the taste wasn't bad, but it was lukewarm at best, and by the time I got to my 3rd taco, it was cold. It was like the food was pre-cooked and just slapped together like taco bell.

Needless to say, this was my 1st visit here, and will definitely be my last.