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