As I write this review my husband is a writhing in pain. Cold sweats and hot farts. I have had better "mexican food" from a can. The dish Los Paisanos smelled like Guy Fieri's flavor savor. On top of all the physical torment we are still hungry because we were unable to bring ourselves to finish our meals, and now can't afford anything else because we paid 34 dollars for two entrees and one pepsi cola. Please just go to Taco Bell for your burnig liquid poo.
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