It keeps getting worse. Most recently, we accompanied a friend who, gringo that she is, went ahead and ordered a vegetarian burrito. The results? A flour tortilla filled with frozen peas and carrots on a bed of kraut, topped with wimpy salsa and guacamole. Difficult to look at, so we can't imagine her difficulty in eating it, an endeavour that didn't progress very far. Home to expensive, flaccid margaritas craftily clogged with ice and lemon slices, barely a trace of tequila and rimmed with sugar (ay caramba), The Mexican is a constant embarrassment. The vibrant atmosphere where the waitresses have winning midriffs could make this a fun place for lads to have a few beers, but we strongly advise against anything else.