First, allow me to share that my girlfriend Kelley was born and reared in Houston, TX, and I have spent the majority of my years here as well. We are arguable experts at what Tex-Mex food is supposed to look like, taste like, and of which ingredients should be used. Kelly and I were so excited to find this little place! We went and splurged (we were broke students) on full meals and (large) margaritas.

I was a vegetarian, and so I ordered cheese enchiladas; Kelley ordered beef enchiladas. The cheese in my enchilada was Brie (no lie). The sauce was an extraordinarily bland tomato sauce, closer to an Italian pasta covering than anything I have ever experienced in Texas (or California, or Mexico). Kelly's enchiladas were essentially the same as mine, but there were slices of roast beef in the sauce, inside the flour tortillas. (Caution: in Europe, a "tortilla" is made of egg and potato slices--kinda like an unfolded omelette--and is not what Americans use for tacos and enchiladas, etc.) The "large margaritas" were perhaps 8 ounces, served in small tumbler-like glasses, and were vile. Truly. We actually took photos, because we did not believe that anyone back home would believe us, and I have a snap of Kelly taking her first sip. It is a treasured moment.

When I went to pay, the suspicious restauranteuse (I made that word up) closely inspected both my credit card and my license. (Caution: European credit cards are not swiped, and many Europeans are suspicious that you are scamming them somehow; they also frequently swipe the cards too slowly for the machine to properly read the mag strip.) The woman did not seem phased by the great big TEXAS at the top of my license, even after I pointed it out--after demonstrating how to use the swipey thingy on her credit card machine. It was odd. We tried our best not to be rude, and even tried to eat everything--including the guacamole (moderately smashed avocadoes, NO other fruits/vegetables, or spices)--but it was all really not delicious. It has been several years, they may have closed, or gotten better. For me, the experience was priceless, as are the photos and memories.