Lindo Michoacan, I know you well. According to the Yelp app I have 41 visits (sometimes I forget to check in so it's about triple that number) and I am the Duke of this place. While I've visited you for dinner, lunch is what keeps me coming back. First it was a cheese enchilada and beef taco lunch special, but that was all forgotten about when I discovered for $1 more I could get fish tacos. And I could get them grilled to boot! Your lunch special with tip and all isn't exactly a low-buck lunch, but when I'm really hungry and I want to get in, get out, and get on with tending to the daily zoo I call work, you pretty much take care of me. Parking: If it's busy parking can suck. It's tight and people are in a carb induced or tequila induced haze when leaving and it makes driving through their parking lot quite interesting. And getting back on to Desert Inn can be a pain. Service: If you get someone like Ismael at your table you're golden. But some of the servers have issues. I don't ask for much. Just bring me iced tea, and refill my salsa. Do that, my tip is 25%. Don't do it and you get snarky tips on Yelp complaining about the service. But for all my gripes my 41 check ins and Duke status speak volumes. Lindo is just good food. Consistently good food. Also if you or someone with you has a birthday make sure and tell the staff. You'll get the whole staff singing to you and a tequila shot! 4 Strong Stars.

positive

This is not my favorite venue by a long stretch of the imagination. Don't go to a summer show. Just don't. It's too hot to be alive when you're just sitting around with your friends bitching about how hot it is much less when you're trying to keep an eyes on the band you came to see while throwing elbows and boots at those who seek to dethrone you from your coveted postion in the general seating area. Now imagine yourself three rows back with Paul Bunyan reincarnated as a sweaty frat boy assaulting you with his enthusiastic howling inspired by seven dollar domestic beer in a plastic cup while simulaneously grinding his sweaty junk into your ass cheek every time the crowd surges forward. The two high school girls in front of you turn around like you're the complete douchebag who's ruining their show instead of Paul Bunyan and his sweaty onions. It's also a hundred and fifteen fucking degrees. On second thought, go to a summer show. On the bright side you will no longer fear hell.

negative

I'm just going to come out and say it - I do not see the point of this shop. More over, I simply cannto see why it has such a huge following and seemingly impressive reputation. Yeah, I'll give it to you that it looks cool - whoever does the window displays can take a small selection of clothes and a huge pile of junk and make it into a window display that rivals the masterpieces of any artist. The inside is like a 'whats-what-of-cool-things-designed-to-make-you-like-us' and thats again just the displays which Cult so desperatly rely on to look cool. Truthfully, if you go beyond the shallow looks - you see what Cult really is. A generic, and vastly over priced shop of quasi-designer clothes. You can get most of this stuff anywhere else, and for quite a bit cheaper. I may sound a bit bitter, but I cant stand shops like this.

negative

Love it, love it, love it! I'm here every Friday, that's why I'm currently the DUKE! The staff is awesome at P on a F, they are all really friendly. The only complaint I have is my shirt stinks like delicious smoked BBQ the rest of the day. I order the brisket sandwich with sweet potato fries. I'll be in every Friday defending my Dukedom and stuffing my face!
positive