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It could be the Attica-esque security walls. It could be the chain link gate. Whatever the design flaw, Chavo’s doesn’t resemble a restaurant so much as it does a compound. The patio tables can’t even cushion the blow of its admittedly awkward location, unless you have a perverse thing for deafening highways and exhaust. But to hell with all that, for the food is generally mighty fine. Ask for a foil wrap, and beware of occasionally snarky counter help. Closed evenings and weekends – in other words, lunch-only.