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| - I regret telling my boyfriend that we should go here on first Friday. Terrible service from our server and the food is subpar, home cooking at the best.
Our server, whos name I can't remember even though he did scream it at us several times during his opening spiel since we got sat right next to the DJ booth, was very slow in service even though he only had 3 booths and enough support to help him out.
By the time he showed up, we were ready to order our entire meal, which, the appetizer of chips with guacamole and salsa came out long before my wine or my boyfriend's beer showed up.
Which I wish it had showed up first as receiving a mid priced wine in a plastic rocks glass shoots red flags right away. The chips were warm and mild due to not having any salt. But by god, the guacamole tasted like it was squeezed out of a bag and drenched in lime juice. The salsa was no better and tasted like a straight up can of ro-tel. You've seen the commercials, and both were is desperate need of salt, to cut the lime, and pepper.
Speaking of pepper, everything here needed pepper. I mean, the cooks here should not be armatures and should know their spices, it's your kitchen for Pete's sake, own it and make those dishes. Don't fear using seasoning on the dishes, as some of those sauces and meats need to cook with them to enhance the final product.
Shortly after our entrees came out, I would have to say, our server put everything into the pos system at once and said, yolo! He dropped off the dishes and we asked for some salt and pepper. Only to see our server go flirt with his other tables and absentmindedly forget our only request. So we asked some passing by server or manager, not sure which she was, and got our requested item, right away.
Perhaps if I was wearing a low cut shirt with my clevage exposed we would have received faster service, or maybe if my boyfriend had one on too, the service would have been more attentive. Who knows but it was working for the other tables next to us.
My boyfriend got the chili rancheros filet mignon and I got the chicken sandwich. And we split a Mexican street corn and Mexican risotto. Both the sides, once again, were in desperate need of pepper.
I make bomb risotto, this side sitting in front of me was so covered in so much cheese that it took away from the natural fluffiness of a risotto dish and made a heavy and awkwardly chewy risotto, very reminiscent of a day old risotto that you cooked the night before and then reheat incorrectly in the microwave the next evening.
The Mexican street corn had the incorrect type of mayo in it, and the correct mayo for real Mexican street corn should have a hint of lime to it.
Now, I enjoyed my salad and sandwich, but you can't really screw that up. On the other hand, the chipotle sauce my boyfriend's dish tasted like it was poured from one of those cheap cans of chipotle peppers and sauce that you find in the international food aisle, and had nothing done to it. Due to this, the sauce was so over powering that it ruined the dish.
We were so over the dishes and the server came to take the chip plate and then left, never asked if we wanted to check or not. I litearlly had to wave him down since he was so much more engrossed in his other guest. I pushed my card into his hand and said I wanted the check. He asked if we wanted anything to go, all I could do was say no. Which should have given him a clue to the fact that we were not happy.
After another ten minutes I got my check back, paid and we left. I think my boyfriend actually warned some people waiting outside to run. We will never be back.
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