It took me until the end of the meal before I realized why the waitress looked familiar. Her face and mannerisms are a lot like the little girl from "Little Miss Sunshine." The waitress is taller, though, and has more of a chest, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't her.
My dinner, La Bandera, a trio of enchiladas, was good, and the margarita wasn't bad. The waitress successfully convinced us we wanted dessert, and we split the Xango (a fried cheesecake that resembled cannoli) and sopapillas. Good stuff.
