Come hungry. Stay past midnight.

You don’t stumble onto this corner unless you’re already on Western, south of downtown, looking for authentic artisanal Mexican food that actually feeds the neighborhood. That’s the point. Families take a whole table. Somebody always orders asada. Somebody else finds the shrimp.

Service gets praised more often than it gets complained about: polite, quick enough, and willing to feed a group without turning it into a production. The food notes that repeat — huge servings, salsas with a backbone, a California burrito people compare to the ones they miss, green enchiladas, gorditas, a torta Cubana — sit next to the honest ones. A plate occasionally misses. The kitchen is still worth the drive when it hits, which is most of the time if the review pile is any guide.

If you’re feeding kids, there is a kids menu in house. Potato tacos and a plain quesadilla cover a meatless seat without pretending this is a vegan restaurant. Dogs are a question for the door, not a promise from a website.