Got some take out last night and it's a -5. Food was tasty enought but about half of what I expected. That was not the big problem though. When I arrived there a scruffy looking gent stepped out the door with a short, unlit, cigarett butt in his mouth. I asked if the place was open and he lit the butt and said yeah, go on in. I stepped into a small cluttered space with a hot plate, tiny deep fryer, micro and small fridge, clutter and a sink. The butt man stepped back inside and I ordered to go. I left and came back in 15 minutes after going home to feed the puppies (yes Kenny they are still here). He had a tiny frying pan on the hotplate and was poking at the food with a fork and his FINGERS. Looked in the sink for evidence of recent handwashing, it was DRY. He poked the food a bit more, then scraped it into a small styrofoam takeout container with the fork and his FINGERS. I guess ya really don't want to know what goes on in the kitchen sometimes ! As bad as the dust in the air on Calle 13, eh Stuart ??