You just have to go to this place to appreciate it. It's somewhere out in the nebulous warehouse area of west Berkeley, so it feels like a well-kept secret, which is part of the fun for me. The waiters are great, the strawberry margaritas come by the pitcher -- bring your rowdy friends! The waiters seem to love that kind of crowd. Don't get a burrito here, they're too sloppy. And remember, this place is fatty, greasy down-home food in the BEST sense. This is not Chevy's! But I must admit, I am a gringa and I sometimes request their flour tortilla chips because they are so delicious.
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