Its called Takos. And it has great outdoor tables and chairs that cantilever off the stone wall running along the alley way its on which goes from the street level down to the river. Very clever. 
But the place has the same type of rusted metal light fixtures and decorations, and a yummy looking menu, so I was really excited. I mean, this is Slovenia, so far from Mexico and I hadnt seen a Mexican, black or otherwise non-white person since I've been here, but I thought hey, white people can cook Mexican food too, right? Wrong.
I ordered a margarita and a burrito and when I got my drink, it was yellow. But hey, maybe their lime juice is just different or something. Actually, they make margaritas with pineapple juice, ice and a tiny little bit of tequila. Ok, fine, the margaritas are a bit different, but its tough to screw up a burrito. Another intern, Catherine, had ordered enchiladas and when our plates arrived, they were identical. Granted, both were good; cabbage, chicken and melted cheese inside a rolled tortilla with piles of refried beans, rice, corn and salsa on the plate, but no enchilada sauce on the enchilada and no rolled up and folded-ness of the burrito.
After talking with the other 4 interns from the UK, I was the only one who actually knew what Mexican food was supposed to be like since they dont really have any in Ireland or England. I had never really thought about that, but its true, almost all of the US has tons more diversity than most of Europe. Makes me appreciate our country a little bit more...
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