We all know what happens when you assume.
For instance, just because a restaurant is situated in a strip mall in between the antique store and the grocery/porn store, don't assume that it will be affordable, much less grad-student budget friendly. It turns out that you make large asses of yourselves when you enter the South of France restaurant on Cheshire Bridge wearing jeans and sweatshirts, have no reservations, order only salads, and can't seem to appreciate the acoustic rendition of "Let it Be" sung by the random smiley woman. I vow never to pass up Nicauraguan cuisine again - no matter how may sketchy people are hanging around outside. The only thing "memorable" (as it was described in the menu) about my unfulfilling meal at South of France was the $20.00 I paid for it.