There are no frills—just laminate tables, an unseen bar behind a wall, two main dining rooms and a large outside patio/deck which is enclosed with Visqueen (often misspelled visquine) for the winter months.
Chacho's meal was fantastic. Beleaguered by the sheer size of the menu, he was tempted to order the “American Plate” just to see what would happen, but surprised even himself by ordering the T-Bone Steak Ranchero. No attempt was made to request a cooking temp for the steak.
Adding to the vibe were a caballero, four loud drunks, and a bunch of families. The menu is oversized. Counting specials, one could eat here three times a week for an entire year and never order the same thing.
Men, remember the worst part about your high-school-sports physical? They're checking for an abdominal hernia, right? I don't get why touching your balls and coughing helps them figure that out. Wait, maybe that was just my coach.