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We went on a late Summer evening, arriving about 6:30. The inside was a wait, but the outside was available, and for good reason: The outside pilars and ground was crawling with some sort of beetle infestation. They weren't poisonous or anything, but when we ate we could see them through the metal lattice table, strolling on the underside of the tabletop.
Our server was very good, but the kitchen staff was not. My wife ordered a shrimp salad with "light dressing", something the server repeated back to us from the order she had written down, and the salad arrived, soaking in salad dressing.
When the server came back to check on us, my wife mentioned that the salad was swimming in dressing. Our server immediately said she'd have the kitchen make a new one with light dressing. About 5 minutes later, the manager arrived with a new salad, with lettuce on top lightly dressed. Problem solved.
Or so we thought. It turns out, the kitchen staff had simply placed new lettuce on top of the salad my wife had originally had. When she got past the new layer on top, there was her old salad, still awash in salad dressing.
The manager returned, and offered another, new salad. My wife declined, saying that she was full at this point from the earlier appetizer and the lettuce and shrimp she had eaten from the first two iterations of the salad and couldn't possibly eat a third. Nonetheless, the manager returned about 5 minutes later with another salad, which we wound up taking home--she didn't really want it, but there was no sense leaving it behind, even though she said at the time they didn't need to make it.
A measure of a good restaurant is how it deals with mixups and mistakes like this. I confess, I thought the restaurant would have taken the salad off the check--we had ordered an appetizer, my meal and a couple of glasses of wine, so there was still a tab to be paid. But when the check came, the salad was on it. In their eyes, I suppose, their three attempts to get a simple request right was sufficient effort.
As for what I had...I have no recollection of what it was. That is how forgettable it was. I think it was a pasta dish. I know I was eating most of it alone, as my wife's food was off the table twice in the attempts to get her order right.
This restaurant clearly has pretensions of being an upscale dining experience. From what we saw, it has a long way to go before it can claim to have reached that goal. Both of us spent a lot of time that evening looking across the patio to the seating for Cantina 1511, wishing we had walked in their door instead.
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