Ole'? Try, Just Okay. Soccer Taco Missed The Goal For Me

I'll usually push between 5 and 7 people out of my way to get to an authentic Mexican menu, and generally take pride in this character flaw of mine, but Soccer Taco on Bearden Hill, was the first time I wish I would have stopped, looked over to the sideline at the signs the coaches were throwing at me, and then ran off the pitch.
I'm not going to slam the joint, I don't think that's the right thing to do to a local restaurant, but I will say that the fryer grease covered parking lot and large-box rat traps should have given me a clue as to the meal that was to follow.
Truth be told, I think the language barrier actually turned out to be my favorite part of the whole experience- it left room for interpretation, laughter and the mutual agreement that extra sauce on the side doesn't mean 'Please bring my chicken wings dry, with a HUGE bowl of Tabasco sauce on a separate plate", and "I'll have the mushroom and cheese tacos" means 1 just mushroom and 1 just cheese taco. OOOooof.
I'm going to invite your comments on this one.. only because I really wanted to like the place. Actually I wanted to really like food, but unfortunately that didn't happen either. Perhaps the Market Square locale has something more to offer...  Your thoughts on this one?