We were accosted by the drinks' lady from the word go, whose primary purpose was to get us to purchase tons of bottled beer. We went for iced lemon tea, much to her chagrin. The drinks arrived while we were perusing the menus, and it was horrible, obviously having been prepared with some disgusting, expired powder mix.
The menu consisted of a few Mexican staples in name, i.e. enchiladas, nachos, quesadillas, burritos, all available with beef, chicken or vegetarian. The place has a weird ordering system. Despite being laid out like a regular kopitiam, the drinks lady', obviously from a separate operation as the Mexican stall dude, takes our order and informs the latter, situated no more than 2 metres away from our table. I believe she gets a cut from the food purchase, probably because she speaks better English, for the benefit of the largely backpacker clientele.
Some time later, the El Monterey Enchilada (RM9) arrived. It looked like a right mess from the start, the entire plate drenched with an unidentified heavy sauce and topped with a sunny side up with clearly burnt edges.
A closer look at the enchilada filling... basically the same chicken filling I got in my quesadilla, in a messier presentation. Needless to say, on top of the order mess and delay, MS didn't enjoy total mess.
Although the quesadilla was a step up from the disaster that was the enchilada, I wouldn't come back. That pushy drinks' lady alone sets my off my rage-o-meter.