A little too chichi (Def: showily or affectedly elegant or trendy; pretentious) for us.
The first three reviews in Yelp weren't great either so perhaps things have gone downhill.
I think this comment hit the nail on the head:
"The consistent inferiority of the food piqued my curiosity about the kitchen. So between barely touched entrée and dessert (marginally better than the savory dishes) I went to observe the cooks at work through the giant looking-glass window. Then it all made sense. It was difficult to identify the chef. No one was tasting anything. Plates were being fired and assembled perfunctorily, according to instruction. No pride, no concentration, no love. "
Today we went to Las Margaritas and as always enjoyed our lunch. I always get the special (today it was chicken flautas) because it includes tortilla soup which I adore and is served with a salad rather than beans and rice. Jim adores refried beans and rice so got his usual beef enchilada. We find this restaurant cosy in the rain and of course wonderful in the sun on their outdoor terassse.
Then to a bookstore to get rid of some books and of course acquire some others...
There was a very friendly cat in this bookstore. I think all bookstores should have cats!
