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| - Blech. Had to work at U of Phoenix Stadium today and Mom came down from Payson to meet me for lunch after. I don't know Westgate at ALL except for the hockey arena.
It's in an outdoor mall, like everything else. We were starving and the entire mall was DEAD. It looked like places were closed, so we went to Margaritaville for lunch.
Main entrance isn't clearly marked and we went in through the patio area. Walked in and didn't see a reception area. So, we asked the nearest waitress if we were to seat ourselves. She said in her best airline stewardess voice "Ovah they-ah is where you check-in." It was fake and annoying. So, we go check in. 15 minute-wait for 2 people. The place was crowded, but we had passed a few empty tables along the way. My mom even pointed it out. "Our kitchen is pretty backed-up, so we can't seat all tables right now." Keep in mind this was at 12:30 on a Saturday afternoon. Wouldn't this be the time to make sure you know to have enough kitchen staff on hand???
We meandered to the bar, which was empty except for 2 people. We sat at the corner and, luckily, found out we could eat there. The bartender was the first friendly person we came across, and I'm glad SHE got a tip from us. Service was quick. Our food came out within 10 minutes.
Mom got the chicken quesadilla, I got the taco salad. I couldn't believe how FEW items were on the menu. I was expecting a bit more.
Food was average. Nothing I'd ever go back for.
They kept showing videos of Jimmy Buffet and the people at his concert. They were having WAY more fun than we were. NOBODY shouted out "Where's the salt? Where's the goddamn salt?" I would have, but my Mom's been suffering from almost 40 years of embarrassment from me already.
Blech.
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