so remember the movie rat race. when all the people are racing for a bag of money in a train station in new mexico... thats how i feel about this place.\n\nwe had a really strange experience here... we were told that our waiter would be right over by 4 different people who all looked like they'd just been slapped in the face, dazed and confused...\n\ni'm 90% sure our server was drunk or high or something with his slurred surfer boy speech about the tacos being \"super-rad\"\n\nwe ordered a couple sangrias which were more like blueberry koolaid with sprite. whatever.\n\nour appetizers finally came, dumplings were room temp, calamari was so over cooked it was like eating slightly-rubbery rigor mortis of cotton balls. the tacos, however, were \"super-rad\".\n so theres that.\n\nfinally our entre came. it was pretty good aside from the awkward lump of tomatoes and chick peas that were just kinda hanging out,flavorless and sad in the corner of the plate.\n\nthe whole vibe was really weird, and then the 30 minute wait for the check began. \"can we get our check?\" i'll find your server. -- no one ever comes back. 4 times we did this dance until I finally flagged our server down with what might as well have been smoke signals and a high school marching band style.\n\nanyway it was a very strange situation....