There just wasn’t a whole lot to like here, you know? The overall temperatures in this sizable enough slab were less (far less) than hot, with the chilliest, lousiest bites coming down at the hind end. That’s where all the guacamole showed up as well — connection? you think? — and wait a minute, wasn’t there supposed to be some cheese in here? Oh, there it was, all bunched up and fully unmelted in that one spot. Hrumph. Haltun’s real stewy barbacoa was adequate and inoffensive, but we’re still trying to figure out how a tortilla so grilled remained so weirdly chewy; clever trick there. You want more complaints? The salsa roja also tasted distinctly off. Still, amid all these missteps, we enjoyed the Spanish rice and refried beans foundation, there weren’t any messiness issues to contend with, and at least our lame lunch didn’t call us any mean names.