We left El Torero feeling like The Pet Shop boys and asking ourselves, "What did [we] do to deserve this?" Walking up to the front door we first noticed the bathroom tile on the exterior facade. Stepping inside, Nacho startled himself with an accidental camera flash as he attempted to get a photo of the restaurant's 70s-lake-house wood paneling.
We ran to the very last booth in the back as a huge ball of fire erupted from a wok in the kitchen. We were soon approached by a man sweating profusely and wearing a hairnet. Clearly this place cares about customer service because the same employee that cooks your food serves it to you. A dedicated employee ensures your meal meets their low standards all the way from bag of frozen chicken terriyaki to your tortilla.
If you're desperate enough to eat here, then your phone is probably dead too. Go to the booth in the back right. There's a half-uncovered electrical outlet on level with the seat.