Only one other customer came into El Pueblo during my dinnertime visit, and he wasn't even there to eat. And he couldn't have been sorrier.
From what I could gather from his apologia to the young woman taking the orders and to the cook who also acknowledged his arrival, he had been outvoted by his family regarding dinner. He had been sent for takeout, but his family chose pizza as the food to be taken. So, apparently, he placed the order at a nearby pizzeria then popped in to El Pueblo for a beer while he waited. And maybe a side order of the Mexican rice to go.
But what he really wanted was No. 8 on the menu. "I don't even know what it's called," he said, without getting an answer. He just knew it by number.
For the record, the No. 8 is Pechuga de Pollo Asada, or grilled chicken breast with beans and salad, and of course the rice that is better than pizza. But you can just call it No. 8.