My friend Z got this restaurant referred to him by his Mom. She's one generation closer to being from Mexico than he is, so we figured she must be the expert. She says that the food here reminds her of back home, so we had to try it out.

This place really is a dive - probably the first true dive I've been to since I started this site. It's in an old A frame style Wienerschnitzel building with the drive through cutting the building in half. There's also a small walk in area in the front with an order window. There is no indoor seating, but there are 3 concrete tables on one side of the building.

We parked and walked in the front to examine the menu. From the front, you can see the entire kitchen, with the staff busy working. Every single employee appeared to be Mexican, and I'm guessing only a few of them actually spoke English. The guy at the register when we got there immediately got someone else to take our order when I started talking.

I decided to try the combination burrito and enchilada plate, with a carne asada burrito. We got the food very fast, and walked around the side to one of the tables.

It had nothing to do with the food, but this is where I started freaking out. At our table, every time I spoke, I could hear my voice echoing a fraction of a second after the words were out of my mouth. It sounded like I was wearing a mic, and my voice was coming from a speaker somewhere.. like in my ear. Z swore he couldn't hear anything, and that I was insane, but I heard it. For real. It was extremely bizarre.

In the midst of my attack of paranoid dementia, one of the workers came out of the side door, to get a box of something from the other half of the building. On his way back, I waved him down, and asked him if there was a microphone, or speakers, or some electronic device echoing my voice back at me. He smiled and nodded. I kept talking about it, and he kept smiling and nodding.

After a minute or two, I realized what was going on, and asked him: "Do you understand anything I'm saying?" He kept smiling and nodding. Now I felt like a complete idiot, so I thanked him, and he went back inside. Eventually, I decided the weird echo must be my voice echoing off of the hard plastic umbrella mounted over our table. Unless they really are watching me.

So now that we've established that I'm crazy, back to the food. This is a LOT of food. The enchilada was really good. It was a cheese enchilada, but the lack of meat in it was more than made up by the burrito. The burrito was HUGE, and jam packed with meat. It was all meat, some onions, and a smattering of guacamole. Its hard to describe how much meat was in there - its really not something you would expect from a $3.50 burrito.

Unfortunately, they had placed my burrito directly on top of my refried beans, so it was a mess, and I was unable to pick it up to eat it. I was forced to use a knife and fork. Also, you can't see the beans in my picture!

About halfway through my burrito, I decided it was a bit dry, so i dumped both red and green sauce on top of it. After the dousing, it tasted kind of off, but since I used both at the same time, I'm not sure which one did it. Next time I'll sample them first. It was still edible, so I ate until I couldn't eat any more - and there was still some of the burrito left. This is the first time in a long time I haven't been able to finish my lunch. My dad would be so disappointed.

So aside from my personal quirks, this was a pretty good place to eat. Unless you are lucky enough to get one of the three tables (and its not raining or too windy), you'll have to eat in your car, or take it somewhere else. I don't recommend one of the sauces, but I have no idea which one (try em first!). In all, it was a decent stop for day four of our Mexican theme week.