“I thought this place would be hipper than it is,” my friend whispered to me as we walked down the stairs at Dos Caminos and entered the dining room. “It looks hip to me,” I said, looking around at the chain curtains, the recessed colored lighting panels in the ceiling, and the lanterns hanging among the panels. ”I guess I thought the crowd would be hipper,” she replied, looking at a subdued group of people in suits at a nearby table.
Maybe the hip crowd has already tasted the food at Dos Caminos and is now staying away. Our food was almost uniformly mediocre.