My husband and I ate there last night and enjoyed the meal and the overall experience. I must say that I've NEVER been to a restaurant in the US quite like this one. Because they don't try so hard to impress with the decor, furniture, or service, I felt like I was having dinner at a Mexican grandmother's house. From the owner's spritely young daughter waiting on us to the chipped pitcher on the table, everything just felt so down-home and unpretentious. While some might find these aspects strange or annoying, we found them rather charming.
But the food is the main reason we'd return again and again--probably the best Mexican I've ever had, and my husband commented that it was better than the food he's had in Mexico. Robust, complex, authentic, filled with the warmth of the sun and the heart and soul of the cook. We were completely overwhelmed by the menu so asked the young daughter for recs. We ended up ordering the chiluda plate (mixture of shrimp, abalone, and octopus) that came with a spicy roasted pepper salsa and a fish special with poblano mole sauce. Both came with all of the usual trimmings and steaming hot, homemade corn and flour tortillas. Everything was cooked well and the flavors just melded together perfectly. I had the sense that I was tasting some peppers and spices for the first time in my life! That might explain the subsequent food coma and "hangover." Can't wait to do it all over again!