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| - What a mixed experience here. First of all, this tiny place is in a stripmall (what isn't in a strip mall in Phoenix??!??!). It's hardly visible with the darkened doorway and there's really no space to wait. We arrived for brunch and they were packed.
When we finally got seated, I was so excited to order the poached eggs rancheros. My friend had the Carne Adovada, which had eggs, smoked pork, and potatoes and beans. The waitstaff was so overly busy that it was hard to get a cup of coffee or even place our order. We were seated at the bar and so I was able to watch them cook. While they were juggling a bunch of dishes, I did notice that the cook put the eggs in to "poach" and left them forever. Of course, when I got my meal, the eggs were so overcooked, they weren't even edible. I would have returned the dish, but couldn't get any waitstaff's attention. So, I ate the sides and some of my friend's food, which was excellent. When it was finally time to get the check, I informed the waiter of my breakfast disaster and he simply shrugged his shoulders and took away the plate. So much for good service.
And, is the name of this place a euphemism for a certain part of women's anatomy, or is that just my sick mind?
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