The Opal Divine?s Migas come with a fairly standard assortment of sides: two tortillas, potatoes, and beans. The Migas arrived with decent speed and as I looked at the plate I remembered my father saying that he enjoyed the Migas, and thus I prepared to eat. I immediately noticed that my plate arrived sans salsa, and while this could have simply been an oversight it was nevertheless significant. The little lump of Migas appeared edible enough, with a light layer of shredded cheddar on top, there was clear visual evidence of tortilla chips, and red spots signified the presence of tomatoes. It is worth noting (before I go any further) that the Opal Divine?s menu boasts three items containing Migas: Migas, Migas Quesadillas, and Migas Tacos (which Liz ordered). It stands to reason, therefore, that the Migas must be pretty good, right? Wrong, so very wrong. The Migas were tasteless, slippery, rubbery, and though there was clear visual evidence that there was cheese, chips, and veggies I can?t say that I tasted compelling reason to believe that they were anything more than a visual trick. These Migas were an affront to Migas the city over, they weren?t just sub-par, they were really bad.