Every inch of this fairly large (by Tokyo standards) restaurant in a hip neighborhood is crammed with "Mexican" kitsch. Some of the menu items bear Mexican names ("queso fundido") but the servings don't look or taste Mexican, they're small, and they're over-priced (by Tokyo standards). My "chicken and avocado salad" contained two sugar-lump-size pieces of avocado, a few shreds of chicken, and tons of lettuce.
My credentials: I've lived in southern California and Arizona for most of my life and traveled widely in Mexico.
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