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| - This spot used to be my go-to fajita, margarita-cravin' joint in the suburban RH jungle. Feelin' nostaglic on my birthday this year, my mom and I decided to head there for dinner. I even fought tooth and nail against "wouldn't you rather go to..." recommendations. It was happening.
We arrived to a 30 minute wait, and on a long weekend, our mistake, not theirs. We sat in the lounge and were promised a table when one opened up. 45 minutes later and no wait staff in sight, we moved to a now open and empty section of booths and flagged down the bartender to alert a server.
The rest of the dinner was night-marish - the fajitas, when they eventually arrived, were the wrong order and only half of the meat and veggies showed up while the other half was still cooking in the back. The "fixins" were miniscule at best - when did the portions shrink down to the approximately size of the legal mice type on the menu? The lettuce and tomatoes were enough to make one fajita, and when I requested more, they never came. My subsequent fajitas consisted of meat and hot sauce alone.
The topper on my birthday cake? My mother, bless her, asked the waitress if I could have a dessert for my birthday. The waitresses response? "We don't do birthdays". My response? I don't do bad service and poor food. Goodbye, old friend.
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