If there ever existed a "high-end" mexican restaurant, this is purportedly it. But $39 ($13x3)for guacamole in the West Village that I didn't really order in the first place? Give me a break and get rid of the cheesy "We're Proud to be Commercialized Latino's" look and feel. The food albeit is decent, but any Mexican worth his chorizo salt wouldn't be caught dead eating his menudo in a rip-off joint like this. I suppose being miles away from the heartland, this place could substitute as a pitiful excuse but....ok strike that. This place is all around weak.