iron cannot. the cactus used to be renowned for its food, ambiance, service, great patio, and overall fun vibe on 6th. i'm sad to say, it's now below the mendoza line, it's batting 1 for 5. we arrived as the fearsome foursome, excited w/the pecan street festival down below and in need of libations and sustenance. we were deflated by the end of our meal. upon arrival, we were greeted by an unkempt hostess who seemed disinterested in us. we finally convinced her to find us a table overlooking the festival activities. she then proceeded to seat us in the corner. when we decided to move to a better, and requested, vantage point, i, out of deference, informed the hostess of our move in a rhetorical manner: "we're going to move, if that's okay?" to my surprise, she rudely and lazily replied: "i suppose it's okay." the whole place reeked of attitude. the ladies did enjoy their ritas, but we all were left indifferent by our meals; the salads and tex mex entrees were nothing noteworthy in flavor and taste. our server, the lone bright spot, who was a rookie, was attentive and polite, obviously due to his being new he had yet to succumb to the malaise of the iron. perhaps, the cactus has started to rest on its laurels and doesn't think it needs to put forth a better effort; the patio location is still great, but loses its luster from the overwhelming negative vibe present. next time, we'll just go to chupacabra.