Pink Slip

I felt sorry for one of my dining companions, whose enchiladas suiza was a disappointment. The menu description sounded good — corn tortillas, roasted chicken, tomatillo sauce — but in reality, it had a strange, musty aftertaste. My friend ate only a few bites and resorted to eating chips and salsa.

The entree-sized salads were awful too. Not that the veggies weren't fresh, but they had that super-cold, straight from the fridge taste. Even worse, so did the meat — cold grilled chicken, in the case of the chopped salad, and a meager portion of icy shrimp in the ensalada camarones.

A few things were decent — "Pink Puerco Tacos" with slow-cooked pork; pan-seared sea bass topped with citrus cream sauce and batter-fried onions (nothing Mexican about it); citrus-grilled salmon with pineapple-mango pico de gallo — and everything was reasonably priced, with most entrees under $15. But I just can't let this place off the hook for a few middle-of-the-road dishes.

Never having been there before the chef change, I couldn't tell you whether Pink Taco's gotten better or worse, only what I think of it now. I've never seen such a hyped-up restaurant, and truly, I wish my opinion of the place could be equally brash in one direction or another. Loved it! . . . or . . . Hated it!

Instead, I feel like I've been watching mediocre porn and can't stifle a yawn.