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Aug. 5th, 2014 04:25 pmSo, Andrew and I went out to lunch at a local Mexican place this past weekend, and I thought I would share with you all the baffling experience we had.
We rolled into the place around 1:00, and there were a few people there but it wasn't crazy busy. We told the guy behind the counter (henceforth referred to as The Guy) that we'd never been there before, and he gave us a paper menu to look at so we didn't have to stare at the giant confusing chalkboard behind him. When we ordered, The Guy asked "inside or outside?" because they had three picnic tables outside. I assumed he asked us this so he would know where to look for us once our food was ready. We said inside, gave him Andrew's name, took our basket of chips (very notably given to us in a plastic basket with a ceramic dish of salsa), got drinks from the cooler, and went and sat down. After a few minutes, I decided I didn't like the table we'd picked (because it was directly underneath the air conditioning, and I was FREEZING) so we moved to the next table over.
We observed The Guy coming out of the kitchen several times, carrying food and calling out a name. We ate all our chips, and waited, patiently at first and then slightly more and more annoyed, as he brought food out to seemingly everyone in the restaurant but us. I thought, since the same guy was taking orders and delivering the food, that they were just a small, slow place. I couldn't see the whole restaurant at once, so I assumed everyone he was calling had come in before us, or ordered while we were deciding. I was patient.
Then a father and his two daughters came in and sat near us. I knew for a fact now that they had entered and ordered after us, and when The Guy brought them their food, I knew something wasn't right. Andrew went up to the counter to ask The Guy what was going on.
Andrew came back a few minutes later with a plastic bag containing our food, (including another order of chips) all wrapped up in to-go containers. Andrew said The Guy told him that he thought we had ordered our food to go (which is why we said 'inside', and you gave us chips in obvious dine-in containers) and then left (even though he walked past us to deliver other food at least six times, and we stared at him every time because we were hungry) and that people usually wait near the counter for their food (which is why he delivered it to everyone else at their tables, including the father and his girls not five minutes before). We were simply baffled by the whole thing. I thought maybe because we had moved tables he lost us (even though we were literally right next to our first table), but that doesn't explain why he thought we ordered to go, or gave us twice the chips. It was like he forgot everything about the conversation that he hadn't written down.
Anyway, we ate our food, which was delicious, but which I'm sure would have been a lot better if it hadn't been sitting around in boxes for who knows how long beforehand. (Seriously, why did none of the employees wonder whose food that was, and try calling out a name? Were they just going to let it sit there forever?) We might go back, because it was really good, but maybe next time we'll lurk by the counter. Or, since it's quite close to our apartment, maybe we'll order something to-go for real. :)
We rolled into the place around 1:00, and there were a few people there but it wasn't crazy busy. We told the guy behind the counter (henceforth referred to as The Guy) that we'd never been there before, and he gave us a paper menu to look at so we didn't have to stare at the giant confusing chalkboard behind him. When we ordered, The Guy asked "inside or outside?" because they had three picnic tables outside. I assumed he asked us this so he would know where to look for us once our food was ready. We said inside, gave him Andrew's name, took our basket of chips (very notably given to us in a plastic basket with a ceramic dish of salsa), got drinks from the cooler, and went and sat down. After a few minutes, I decided I didn't like the table we'd picked (because it was directly underneath the air conditioning, and I was FREEZING) so we moved to the next table over.
We observed The Guy coming out of the kitchen several times, carrying food and calling out a name. We ate all our chips, and waited, patiently at first and then slightly more and more annoyed, as he brought food out to seemingly everyone in the restaurant but us. I thought, since the same guy was taking orders and delivering the food, that they were just a small, slow place. I couldn't see the whole restaurant at once, so I assumed everyone he was calling had come in before us, or ordered while we were deciding. I was patient.
Then a father and his two daughters came in and sat near us. I knew for a fact now that they had entered and ordered after us, and when The Guy brought them their food, I knew something wasn't right. Andrew went up to the counter to ask The Guy what was going on.
Andrew came back a few minutes later with a plastic bag containing our food, (including another order of chips) all wrapped up in to-go containers. Andrew said The Guy told him that he thought we had ordered our food to go (which is why we said 'inside', and you gave us chips in obvious dine-in containers) and then left (even though he walked past us to deliver other food at least six times, and we stared at him every time because we were hungry) and that people usually wait near the counter for their food (which is why he delivered it to everyone else at their tables, including the father and his girls not five minutes before). We were simply baffled by the whole thing. I thought maybe because we had moved tables he lost us (even though we were literally right next to our first table), but that doesn't explain why he thought we ordered to go, or gave us twice the chips. It was like he forgot everything about the conversation that he hadn't written down.
Anyway, we ate our food, which was delicious, but which I'm sure would have been a lot better if it hadn't been sitting around in boxes for who knows how long beforehand. (Seriously, why did none of the employees wonder whose food that was, and try calling out a name? Were they just going to let it sit there forever?) We might go back, because it was really good, but maybe next time we'll lurk by the counter. Or, since it's quite close to our apartment, maybe we'll order something to-go for real. :)
