a frustrating evening

In a familiar last-supper-before-dieting routine, we went out to dinner tonight. A new Mexican restaurant opened, and we decided to try it out before we pledge our allegiance to Weight Watchers once again. I rarely get good Mexican food here…and as a CA girl, I frequently crave it! So off we went, visions of tamales dancing in our eyes….

What a disappointment. The food was okay. *Just* okay. Small portions for the price. And horrible, horrible service. It took FAR too long to get our food. When the waiter came over to explain that the kitchen was backed up, he didn’t even offer additional tortilla chips. We were never offered refills on our sodas. We had to ask for our water glasses to be refilled. Both of our meals were screwed up – I went ahead and ate mine, but Rob sent his back.

So, I was already in a bad mood when the owner of the place came by the table and said "was everything alright?" Rob answered before I could. He said "yes, good." UH, excuse me?? I wanted to wring his neck. I hate when he does that. Avoids ANY sort of confrontation, or suggestion of something NOT being alright. It makes me feel like I’m just evil. It makes me feel like he is dismissing how disappointed I was in the experience. 

Frustrated. That’s me right now. (oh, and did I mention that they didn’t even have tamales??)