We sat near the open converted garage door - this place must have been an auto garage back in the day. PR's would be a great locale to grab a few cervezas and tacos with friends. Maybe we sat a little too close to the sunlight but the place was visibly filthy from the dried salsa on the table to the layer of dust and food particles on the chairs and floor. I get the "hole in the wall" feel including the chairs with graffiti on them but the place was a little to gross for comfort.
We quickly ate our mediocre tacos and quesadillas as the train passed by and then headed home to make some pickles.