Ohhhhh, yes, I get it now. The name of the restaurant is a sexual innuendo. Well done, person who named this restaurant. The name actually comes off as less unseemly being in West Hollywood, it seemed out of place when it was located in the polished and haughty Century City mall. They even have a flagship taco on the menu that shares this restaurant's namesake. What makes them pink? Pickled onions.
First, I feel like I gotta give major props for the interior decor. Holy cow, there's so much to look at. I'll let the pictures do the talking, but I got such a cool Mexican cultural/Day Of The Dead art vibe. There was an interesting blend of the serious and the droll (cow with a sombrero? awesome.) I had to stop and look at everything before sitting.
Well, I gotta say, the food and margaritas are largely excellent. I had a spicy margarita, and I was so pleased with how spicy it actually was. Kudos to them for not holding back, my dining companions all complained of the heat this thing packed, I thought it was delicious.
I ordered a plate of their pink tacos, and they're pretty damn good. There's nothing crazy about these tacos, but every flavor was perfectly balanced, the ingredients were all great, and there was even a side of rice and beans. The bad news? They're pretty pricey for a plate of 3. But I get it, it's a nice sit-down kind of restaurant.
I liked the chips and salsa that came with the table, but I thought the guacamole I ordered was so-so. I like Chipotle's better. Though, I know that's kind of a crazy high standard, because Chipotle's guac tastes like Quetzalcoatl himself came down from the heavens and paid a visit to their kitchen. Just saying.
Anyway, would I come back? Absolutely. The margaritas on their own are worth a visit, they're outstanding. Just come ready to find street parking or uber over, unless you wanna pay the damn valet.