"I went here with my Los amigo and when I walked into the room I could swear that my geological position in the word had shifted. I wasn't in wisconsin anymore. I wasint 3 miles away from a cow like I usually was (you know the smell). Something was off, or rather, somone was off, and was just set right. That somone was me. Walking up to the counter with the Christmas themed cactuses and scent of freshly made salsa filling the air, the waiter had asked me if I was lost, after all I had walked into some place new. But it was no matter, he welcomed me home. I went to look behind me but there was no door, to the left and right, nothing. Up? A cloudless sky. Ahead of me? A counter and a kitchen. This wasn't wisconin, it was Mexico. As I use up every spare calorie in my body thinking about how I, a rationally thinking 19 year old atheist teleported into this divine realm, the people see I am starving myself to death and ask what I'd like to eat. The plate of supremely seared circle tortillas filled with divinely done diced steak and loving illustrious lettuce had been brought to me, and as I ate the vacancy in my stomach had filled. It tasted better than a taco, it tasted like Mexico, and opening the door is just the plane ticket. TLDR I love this restaurant"