I have finally sunk to the lowest level. Mexican food was a fairly rare event in my New York repertoire. As in… maybe once a year, and if not, it wasn’t missed. So to write about this restaurant and actually to have gone there is fairly big… as in desperation. I can say this now because at the time I ate there first it was approximately August. It’s January now and I look back in horror. Furthermore, I have finally eaten out enough to realize that cooking has become an option once more. I recently discovered the variety of healthier options in the grocery store. They got raw puff pastry to go!