Just to get it out of the way: A few years back this place was burned almost to the ground, rebuilt, and renamed. It is now, awesomely enough, called “Burritos on Fire.” My friendly neighborhood Mexican restaurant, it’s tough for me to stay mad when I’m served room-temperature crunchy rice and half-congealed beans. A friend of mine claims to have once received cigarette butts.

Regardless, the staff are friendly (I have been given free sodas on two separate occasions because it was ‘very hot outside’ and ‘very cold outside.’), and when this place is on, it’s delicious.