We rolled into this spot the sister restaurant of Blvd), with another couple, ready to fiesta. First stop: drinks. The Casita Margarita and Skinny Margarita came in swinging, while the Arnold Palmer was basically the designated driver of beverages (still solid, though).

Guacamole showed up like the life of the party—bright citrus, a sneaky jalapeño kick, and onions doing their thing. The chips? Endless. Like, bottomless pit endless. Our server deserves a gold medal for keeping them flowing and checking in like a pro—muy impressive.

Salad time was a mixed bag. My Caesar was missing pepitas (sad trombone) and came with a creamy dressing that was more “meh” than “olé.” Meanwhile, my friend’s Little Gems salad with candied pepitas and green goddess dressing was the Beyoncé of salads. Total salad envy.

Now for the heavy hitters: the Carne Asada Large Plate was tender, juicy, and melt-in-your-mouth good. But the Carne Asada tacos? Mi favorito! Soft tortillas, guac, onions, and carne so tender it practically serenaded me. Chicken Tinga tacos brought the heat with cotija cheese and pickled onions, and the crispy fish tacos with chipotle slaw and jicama-avocado salsa were the crunchy-fresh combo dreams are made of.

Dessert sealed the deal: churros with caramel, chocolate sauces, and vanilla ice cream. Crispy outside, fluffy inside, and gone in 60 seconds. If you don’t end with churros, are you even living?

One warning: inside, this place is louder than a mariachi band at full blast. But the patio? Much more chill—like siesta after fiesta.