Bring your earplugs to drown out the 10,000 decibel sports TVs if you are that desperate that you actually think that this is Mexican food and are absolutely committed to want to eat here. The staff wouldn't know a salsa from a salsify, as they look at you like they don't have a clue what you're asking for when you ask for things they've never heard of, like frijoles and pico de gallo (did you people get fired from A&W yesterday?), and when you finally get the way overpriced food you regret that you didn't opt for the MUCH better grub at Taco Bell. You get just about as much filling in an overpriced taco here as you get on the 99c menu there as the Chronic-ally lazy and languid staff here assemble their fillings on your order with tweezers. It's actually a mixed blessing that they're so stingy with the fillings as what you do get is, in a word, YUCK. You can't even drown out the paradoxically hypersalty blandness with hot sauce as you can't find a bottle anywhere! How this place stays in business let alone has a small chain of similar dives is completely inexplicable.