Ok, I got bitten by dinosaurs.

I was looking for a bar style restaurant in Av. Revolucion, hoping to meet some interesting people (aka. chicas). I was attracted to this restaurant by its music and the ambient. I could not find its name but it has cave like entrance with dinosaur sculptures on the roof.

I ordered a Coca-Cola and BBQ chicken with fries. I sat there from 7 to 8. There were five waiters and I was the only customer. I wondered why. Soon I had the answer. The bill came. It was $18 dls.! They charged me 4 bucks for the Coca-Cola. The BBQ chicken was $8 in the menu but they now said was $11. I gave the guy $20 and asked for the change. His English suddenly disappeared. I knew I had been had. I wasn’t going ruin my evening for $10. So I paid and walked away. This was the most expensive BBQ chicken I ever had.

Next time I will be more careful.

Does this place have a name?

So basically you just bent over and let them rip you off? I would say that was your fault.

Powerslave,

I could not see the name of the place. It says "family restaurant". But you can't miss it with its fancy entrance.

As reported before, I spent 90 seconds in a holding cell in the Saltillo Zona because I got ripped off on the price of a rum and coke and decided I didn't wanna pay. Always ask the price first in a new place OR (in my case) when dealing with a new server/waiter.

Man, I tend to get in very weird situations when I'm drunk. 3 weeks ago it was starting a cat fight in a taxi dance place when I took a chica's seat at the bar (the chicas fought each other, not me). Friday night I got thrown out of a shithole strip club because I got pissed when the waiter kept bumping me as he squeezed past my table to deliver drinks to another table. Why does the world get so crazy when I've had too much to drink?

What is a "taxi dance place" ?
A fichera bar ? or what ?

Thanks.

Pretty much. Chicas dance with a revolving series of clients for either a buck a dance or fichas.