Got all excited about having Mexican food for lunch. Thought I'd try out the new Woody's Macayo on Central Avenue. Ended up waiting in a people clump for over ten minutes while the entire wait staff ignored us like we were all invisible. Oddly, the place was only 50% full (or, for all those Mexican food loving pessimists out there, 50% empty) but zero effort was made by staff to make eye contact or to seat any of us.
Finally, a confused looking woman wandered up and peeled off two clumpsters from our pack and whisked them away to a table way in the back. Since I had zero confidence that she'd ever find her way back to us again, I broke loose and claimed my own table. That's when I noticed that the floor around me was slimy and grimy and gooey. Many of the chairs; including mine, had bits of food stuck to the upholstery. But the absolute "instant appetite killer" for me was the "belly-up-dead" cockroach staring up at me from Macayo's cold, concrete killing floor.
My recommendation to the owners: buy a good mop and hire an even better manager.