First off, let me say that I didn't know what a torta was before going to this place. Now I know that I'm not a big fan of tortas, so the restaurant is not really up my alley.
I'm not a health nut, but I do enjoy fresh ingredients and subtle food that seems reasonably wholesome. That is not what you will get here. I saw that Man vs. Food had done an episode here, which should have been a clue. He usually tackles the ridiculous-greasy-2-lb-monstrosity- burger when he goes somewhere. The torta I got was akin to his usual fare. I couldn't fit the whole thing in my mouth, and I have a big mouth. This is not usually a problem for me. I did manage to eat it with a fork and knife, and I did feel a little defeated. After finishing the torta, which came with Ruffles chips, I felt a little sick. I actually didn't finish the whole thing, which is also unusual for me, because I can eat a lot.
Other nit picks: I ordered a frozen margarita without salt, and I found it way too sweet and insufficiently limey. Also, no chips and salsa. I usually enjoy spoiling my appetite before my meal arrives on chips. Not so here. I got the huge torta and a plate full of Ruffles. Finally, it's a small thing, but they sat me in a room by myself behind the bar when the rest of the restaurant had plenty of people and open tables. I did feel a little shunned, and no one said goodbye to me on the way out. Maybe I was just sensitive by then.
OK, so this is not your fabulous dining experience. However, this kind of food is not really my thing. If you're looking for a sinful comfort food binge, you will definitely find it here, and you may think it's the best restaurant ever. Just know what you're getting yourself into.
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