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The ratings given do not actually represent my experience. The numbers do not tell the whole story. Read on for a surprise.

Yes, this is a shit hole among shit holes. Along the colorful avenue that is Harry Hines, residing a stone's throw away from numerous other ghetto clubs and a 7-Eleven specializing in takeout (and I don't mean roller food), you will find this little gem of a dive. You might miss it were it not for the Mexican colors as it's tucked behind a car lot. We were quoted $8 for valet and $5 to park further in the dirt. It's funny to see the club try to bleed a little extra from their customers considering the valet meant your car sat directly under the high power lines and still in the dirt.

The building looks like a decommissioned shanty that left its best days behind in the favelas of San Paulo. But since no worthwhile businessman would waste this excellent specimen of corrugated metal, it found its new home here. It was interesting to see a take-out window for tacos on the side of the building leading up to the actual entrance. In the airlock, the bespectacled door woman (and I do mean woman) scans your ID and takes your $10 (wait, really!? $10? Why? Que? Spearmint Rhino charges $5 and they have a door) and your in like a pendejo.