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| - Had a decent night here because of the good company at our table, but aside from the ok margarita (one of them, anyway), this restaurant doesn't have anything to recommend it. It feels like a forgotten restaurant of an older Toronto.
The first margarita was good. Everyone had singles, and we followed up with a pitcher of margs for the second round. Our first glasses were cleared, so we were brought new ones. My second glass had a sugar rim - gross. My partner had a salt one (not sure about the others at the table, I tried to be discrete about getting mine replaced with a salt one - the drink was just poured into the new glass).
The service was friendly, but abominably slow, despite the fact that this was not a very busy night and there seemed to be plenty of staff. The bowl of chips brought with the large guac was tiny, and we had to wait forever for a re-up on the chips (asked twice). Chips tasted somewhat stale (the thick, lardy kind), guac was just decent, nothing special (bland).
The queso fundido wasn't creamy, just pizza cheese melted in a small cast-iron dish.
I had the conchinita pibil (pulled pork), which came with a refried beans, side tortillas and pickled onions. Onions were good, though not very spicy, the meat and beans were boring and bland.
I ate half and asked for the rest to take home (praying they would bring me the containers myself, since I knew it would take forever). Most of the other plates and glasses had been cleared away on a previous round. When the service assistant came back to clear the rest, I reminded them I wanted to take mine home. They were all "yes, yes, of course, of course," and picked up my plate. Another person had ordered side pickles, which were unfinished and still on the table, so I picked up a single jalapeño from that bowl - by the stem, mind you - and added it to my plate. Then the server reached for the rest of the unfinished pickles bowl, turned it over and just dumped all of it on my plate (carrots, onions) without asking me. I actually like these things, and trusted the person who'd ordered these not to have done anything strange to them, so just smiled along and didn't make any kind of fuss.
But then... with my plate in hand, the server proceeded to put SOMEONE ELSE'S USED CUTLERY on my plate. It wasn't a question of confusion - this was the cutlery sitting in front of someone else, opposite from me. I'm not the kind of person who freaks out in principle over this kind of thing (and it was my partner's cutlery), but I was shocked that a person working in a restaurant would do this, and wondered what kinds of procedures might happen in the kitchen to fresh and take-home food. The leftovers were wrapped up and brought out in a giant brown shopping bag. Once we left, I ditched the whole into a Toronto trash bin.
Overpriced for all of that, too. Just under $300, before tax, for 6 people. The furniture was unbearable as well - too-soft couches, too low for the table, that slid all over the floor.
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