Dingo’s Taco Bar

Dingo’s– I dig it, in almost all the ways I can dig a mexican (ish) joint on Hawthorne. Lets break it down: Decent food, ahhhhmazing drinks, good atmosphere and eye candy behind the bar. Sounds like winning to me. :)
My latest venture to Dingo’s, I had the breakfast burrito, and it was damn good. It had big peices of potatoes, fluffy eggs and pico, it wasn’t runny or wet, which I appreciated. The beans and rice were pretty good too, though nothing overly special. I will agree, the chips are from a bag, but they were served hot and that gets a few points with me points with me. The salsa was a skosh on the commercial side as well, but tasted good and the pair were fairly cheap, given a second «fill up» is included. Overall, my deal with delicious, I ended up taking half my burrito home, which even heated up nicely later. Points, again. :)
The server/​bartender (the aforementioned eye candy) makes a pretty mean drink. I had the pineapple spice cocktail, with muddled cilantro and lime, with some sort of infused vodka. If you love cilantro, you will love this cocktail. It was amazing. If you do not like cilantro… this isn’t for you. It tastes pretty strongly of cilantro and I don’t think this is the drink that will change your mind, if you’re thinking, «I don’t like cilantro, but this sounds good». Probably not. I have had several other yummy cocktails from Dingos in the past, and this was the best for sure. Give it a try.

The sign outside said «Fresh Mexican Grill». That lured us in.
But I’m wondering, why the name Dingo’s? The last time I checked, there were’t any dingoes in Mexico.
It’s true that we were promptly seated. However, we quickly noticed that at several other tables, patrons were seated with menus and water, but nothing else. The hipsterish waiter (there was one waiter for the entire restaurant) seemed to be moving at a leisurely pace, so we knew it was going to take too long to order and get our food (we had to be somewhere later), and split the scene.
I’m doling out a standard three stars because we didn’t give the food a chance. Still, I note that that menu prices were spendy with a capital S.
And while admittedly this is a personal bias, a yellow flag starts flapping in front of my eyes when I see Caucasians manning a Mexican restaurant, like here at Dingo’s.