"Dining and dancing in a flavor and decor of 'Old Mexico.'" Never danced in a flavor before. Also served "genuine" Mexican and "savory" American food.
I think the signs were the best part, frankly. It looks rather loud. But imagine it's a summer night, the long hot week is done, and you're heading under the buzzing fluorescents to meet the gang for Mexican food and a turn around the dance floor. Maybe coffee at the 54 when you're done.
I'll bet it was the place to be, for a while. And then it wasn't.