This was probably one of the worst mistakes I've ever undertaken, and I'm including that apartment in the ghetto I signed a lease for because it was \"quaint\" and multiple men I really shouldn't have given as much of a chance as I did.\n\nBoyfriend and I thought we'd relive our childhood involving Pancho's from when we lived in North Phoenix and went to the one by Metrocenter. I had a birthday party at that one, and my party went to see Buffy the Vampire Slayer before eating (I'm talkin' Kristy Swanson here... yeah, totally super sweet). We both recalled fond memories of raising the little Mexican flag to get sopapillas.\n\nWalking in, and seeing that margaritas are not served as they should be, it was the ultimate in regret. \n\nme: \"Let's just go to Arriba. They don't have margs here, and that's really the only reason I wanted Mexican.\"\nman: \"Oh, come on. Where's your sense of adventure? I think I'll have a beer. (seeing look of disappointment on my face) Ohhhhkay, do you want to go to Arriba?\nme: (downtrodden) No, I guess we'll stay here.\n\nWe exit the line, $20 lighter, and find a seat. This place is filthy. The server, who calls me \"mija\" at least 18 times, I find delightful for the first time she says it. Then I hear her saying it to all of the other females at her tables. Cheating bitch. The extensive salsa line looks awesome, and I perk up a little, like, maybe this won't be so bad.\n\nWRONG. WRONG. WRONG.\n\nIt WAS bad. Everything was bad. The half naked children screaming, the white people everywhere thinking this is the bees knees of Mexican cuisine... it all adds up to probably the worst dining experience I have ever had. We promptly went to Arriba and drank a marg very quickly to forget about the pain.