Chips tasted like they were from a bag, or had been sitting. For the price of the entrees at this place, I really would have loved some nice big hot freshly-fried totopo-y corn chips. We ordered guacamole which was very bland and too cold to taste the subtleties of the avocado (refrigerated; I was hankering for some freshly made room-temp stuff). It was presented in two neat scoops on a leaf of lettuce. $8.50 for that?! Sheeeiiit - I have been spoiled by tableside guac prep, it seems.
My DC ordered the carnitas, which were not identifiable because they were under a mound of shredded lettuce and cheeeeze. The meat was tender enough, but was CLOYINGLY sweet - solely of orange juice. None of the subtle spicy sweet balanced goodness of a good, slow-cooked thoughtfully-spiced carnitas. I actually just had a bite of her leftovers for breakfast, and it reconfirmed the absurd level of oversweetness.
My chilaquiles ended up being a cheeeeze-glazed hockey puck of corn tortilla, beans, some shredded white meat chicken, and a big poofy dollop of sour cream on one side. I guess I was expecting a more homey, looser casserole, than a big cheesy tex-mex-clump. Would have loved it to have eggs in it - yes, yes, I know it is a brunch dish, but still.
The accompanying purple cabbage was tasty, as others have mentioned previously.
I'm not sure I'd be back: Maybe I didn't order the right things. I'd heard good things about the higados (chicken livers) but wasn't in the mood, so we didn't get 'em. Unfortunately, I found the price to be a bit much for what it was. The decor was cute, though.