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If you’re looking for terrible Mexican food served with a side of frustration and regret, congratulations — you’ve hit the jackpot. Let me set the scene: you pull up, you see the lake, and for a brief moment, you think, “Okay, this might actually be nice.” The view? Stunning. Postcard material. The kind of view that tricks you into thinking you’re about to have a good experience. Spoiler alert: you’re not.
The food? I wish I could tell you it was edible. But honestly, I’ve had more flavorful meals from a gas station microwave. Somehow they took every Mexican classic — tacos, rice, beans — and completely stripped them of taste, effort, and self-respect. I didn’t know it was physically possible to mess up a tortilla, but they proved me wrong.
And the service? Oh boy. Imagine being completely ignored to the point where we literally had to get up, walk to the back of the kitchen, and ask someone — anyone — to bring out the rest of our food. I’m not even exaggerating. Our server disappeared like they were in the Witness Protection Program. We waited, we waved, we stared at the lake, and nothing. Eventually, hunger and frustration won, so off to the back we went, like we were employees on our lunch break.
And it doesn’t stop there. After enduring flavorless food and playing hide-and-seek with the staff, guess where we had to go to get the check? Yep — back to the kitchen. Because apparently, asking for basic service is too much to expect here.
Bottom line: come for the lake view, take your cute photos, but unless you enjoy bland food and scavenger hunts for your server, I’d suggest eating literally anywhere else. One star — and that star belongs to the lake, not this disaster of a restaurant.