Come hungry, or don’t come at all. I walked into this place in New Mexico thinking I’d pace myself, maybe act like a reasonable human.
That lasted about five minutes. One plate turned into two, then somehow a full-on feast of enchiladas, tamales, and everything in between. This wasn’t one of those tiny “buffets” that leaves you side-eyeing the portions.
This was bold, generous, and unapologetically built for serious appetites. Every bite felt like comfort food doing the most, and I quickly realized restraint was not on the menu…