The first thing you notice when entering chilinn isn't the quaint dive bar feel, it's the overwhelming smell of cat urine. As you walk back to the seating area you see various warming dishes and a bunch of chips under a heat lamp. Seating is chaotic unless you want to sit at the bar, which is clearly what everyone here does.
On the counter next to our table was a big bottle of febreeze, I assume they use that to try to keep the cat pee at bay.
One of the fridges they keep food in was next to our table with a glass door so we could see everything. The queso we ordered came from the fridge and it along with everything else was kept in containers without labels or dates.
After ordering our sodas we were served their house salsa with chips. The salsa tastes exactly like pace picante sauce with a packet of taco seasoning thrown into it. The chips were extremely stale and obviously store bought "tortilla strips". We got the queso and it had a metallic taste along with a note of canned peppers. Honestly Velveeta and rotel probably would have tasted better.
Shortly before we ordered food we noticed a cockroach dead under the table next to us and decided that was our signal to end the adventure there.
The staff was nice and the regulars at the bar weren't too judgy, but I wouldn't eat here on a dare. read more