The young lady behind the counter slllowwwly got up from chatting with the cook and sauntered to the register. No smile, no welcome, just stared. The fajitas were grubby bits of chicken and mystery vegetables in the saltiest brown thin gravy. The tortillas were the only truly edible part. The interior is poorly lit and in desperate need of freshening. There are other Mexican food options in and around town; I'll be patronizing those.
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