Went to a mexican restaurant that was completely empty on a saturday night. Highlights included:
-A clump of hair/dust in the salsa
-Music cranked up so loud that the water on the table rippled
-Empty dancefloor, a DJ that came out, stared at us and counted to three in spanish over and over again in a satanic voice
-A pretty ok enchilada..
-When attempting to pay with a credit card, making sure to get a signature because "the fucking cops have been around