Ian M.
Yelp
I was treated well at Pink Taco.
It started when I walked in. I was on foot, with a hiking backpack (external frame). I was as walking from the train station to my hotel. I figured it was too early to check in. My plan was to stop someplace for lunch. I then needed to use a restroom. I happened to be at this corner. So I picked the restaurant based solely on location. I had no issue just sauntering in to use the facilities. They didn't hassle me. I explained I'd eat after. Sometimes, proprietors are rude or skeptical, and they don't want you taking advantage of them to do your business.
At the end of the meal, I realized I'd misplaced my wallet. I had come from New York City. (I later found it. I'd packed it in its usual place, probably because I was up at 3:30 for the cheap train). The waitress took down the credit card number. It was not an issue. I added a 33 percent tip to acknowledge the courtesy. I believe that is the right thing to do.
I also overheard them at the next table, outdoors, being especially solicitous about allergies. They not only asked. They were worried even a bit of soy sauce, which the woman of the couple said she needed to avoid, was in the dish. Although it was early, there were folks enjoying themselves in the sun. A boisterous group of a half dozen had two bottles of wine. They had a cool new Polaroid camera. I asked; I'm the sort of person who talks to strangers, and the young woman showed off the photos. The camera looked more like an old twin lens, with a vertical orientation, and a leather case. I infer this venue attracts parties. It has a festive spirit.
As for the food, I had the beef tacos. They were fine. I was full.