No English spoken here. All entrees named for sports heros. Everything in spanish, so chose at our own risk. Margaritas were 2/1. Not bad. Seats uncomfortable. Not an inviting entrance or interior. Wanted to try local flavor. Food so-so. No AC. Felt like an intruder. Tried because only a block or 2 from Hotel Cuidada de David where we stayed. Felt uncomfortable walking there at night. Open front very close to the street. Pork fajitas was pok in a red sauce in a bowl with usual accompaniments. Chicken quesadia ahd bones in it. Good was that both meals wre enough for 2 people. Not busy!
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