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| - Oh Zocalo, how have you let me down? In so, so many ways.
Let's begin with my reservation. Sitting me and my party next to a gaggle of 10-year old ballerinas, no bueno! Changing my table, not a huge deal, but let's discuss the DRAFT that happens from your entrance to the downstairs tables. Have you heard of an isinglass door? PLEASE INVEST IN SOME!!! Every single table was putting on their coat due to the huge, and I am not exaggerating, the huge draft that occurred each time your door opened.
While our server was sweet, she was not on her game. One of my pet peeves....asking for refills. Darling girl, it is water, soda, and ice tea....don't ask....do. Fill 'er up, and before I'm praying the ice melts because I am so parched.
Truth be told, the chips and salsa were the highlight. Oh, and the marg. The marg was good.
My poor mother, who I was taking out to celebrate a few milestones, ordered a fish entree which, to say the least was overcooked. If only she had said so prior to eating more than a bit. That was the nastiest, overcooked fish that I have had since mama charred some fish-sticks back when I was 5! Chef, please don't kill the fish over and over again!
Overall this was a poor experience and I have no desire to return unless I have a hankerin' for some chips, salsa, and a marg. And I may opt for the better, cheaper version at the Rush Inn in Lakewood.
Actually.....someone call the Rush...I'm comin' over!
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