A drive back to my old neighborhood usually gets me three things, a head full of nostalgia, great childhood memories and Mexican food. I will continue on with information about the last item as the former two might tend to bore the bejesus out of you dear readers and incriminate myself in the process.Still a favorite of families, area locals and those in the know, Lisa's does not rely on its worn out strip center location or even its updated facade to attract customers. Rather, it's a feeling the place seems to exude as you enter the front door. The large dimly lit dining room, the staff member that smiles and offers a friendly greeting as you are seated, and all the patrons that are laughing between bites of nachos and mouthfuls of Tex-Mex morsels; all seemed to be having a great time. It's an ineffable blue aura of comfort and satisfaction that one seems to absorb like the mist on your skin from a nearby waterfall or the sudden relief when you board the plane for a long needed vacation and realize that you are actually on your way. Or that feeling could just have been a growling tummy as I was ravenously hungry. .Some of that dining room euphoria might have originated from behind the "OZ" curtain that separates the even darker long bar at the entrance from the rest of the restaurant; a beaded metal curtain that looked like a throwback to some "Laugh-In" skit from the 60s. Shots, beers and cocktails were emanating from this cloistered booze cave with low key regularity. The whole vibe and experience could easily have found me across the border enjoying a junket with friends to Laredo and a visit to La Posada or the Cadillac Bar.The barely visible menu in the ambient light highlighted the usual Tex-Mex plates which was not without the confusion of plentiful variety. Of course they had the anticipated plates of enchiladas, tacos, etc. which is what we had come here for anyway. An order of bean and cheese nachos and a couple of Lisa's specials, plates that simply cannot be served without rice and beans (a ancient canon of Mexican culinary origin ) with beef enchiladas and puffy taco completed our requestThe nachos were average, but suffered from a measly cheese malady. And by that I mean both lacking in quantity and of spotted appearance in distribution. In short, the waitress inquired after our satisfaction . . . we replied truthfully. The fix : . . they offered a redo . . .we didn't want to wait. With a "Hot Plate" warning our entree orders appeared forthwith. Two plates of food which looked marvelous, but were not what we had ordered. With amazing brevity and the speed of a Usain Bolt, the waitress returned with our correct orders which were delivered only a couple of minutes later. I wished that I could make a plate of Mexican food that fast!!The beef enchiladas (a hefty tariff of a $2.25 premium over the cheese) were delicious in the red earth colored gravy. The chicken puffy was the spotlight star, however. Savory, tender chicken cradled in a folded pillow of masa that crunched with the thinnest and lightest of exterior crispiness while having a soft, yet perfectly done with no hint or raw masa interior as it should. That alone was worth the trip. Next time, the Puffy Taco plate..Further investigation of the "Mosaic Bar" at the entrance was tempting as we made our way to the exit and back to the light. The goings on behind that beaded curtain certainly sounded lively.and happy hour had just begun. Alas, short of a bulimic episode, our surfeit and associated satiety commanded our steps directly back to the car. Nexium and eructation preventatives consumed, the margs would have to wait until later.