Lester L.

Comedy of errors. I wasn't laughing. I come here for lunch around 2 on Saturday afternoon. Head over to the bar area where there is only 1 other gentleman. Lady behind the bar stares at me. Doesn't greet me. I ask for the menu and an iced tea. She disappears to what I can only imagine is to brew the tea from scratch. Five minutes later she comes back slides over the iced tea, and chips and salsa. No sugar for the iced tea, which I find odd... don't say anything because it is probably my own stupid fault for ordering iced tea at a Mexican restaurant. I look over at the menu and decide that Arroz con Pollo sounds good, so I order that and a side of guacamole with chips. Lady leaves and I never see her again. Ten minutes go by, my drink has been empty for a while, and a couple is waiting at the hostess station without anyone greeting them. A young girl shows up and sits them at the bar. Hands them the menu and looks over at me and asks me if I'm ready to order. Seriously? I tell her I already have, but I would like a refill on my drink. I ask for a coke this time. She leaves... A few teenagers start noisily setting up a DJ booth. They're planning a party to celebrate a kid's first communion. I finish my coke and start waiting once again for someone to pay attention, and hopefully bring my food. I've been here for half hour already. I'm thinking this is getting worse by each passing minute. Food finally arrives. Hallelujah!!! Young girl drops it off, leaves. Wait, where is my guac? No guac. Oh well, hopefully it won't be on the bill. I take two bites, and the food is actually pretty. Okay, maybe this will be a 2 star visit. Rap, hip-hop, whatever that crap is... starts blaring 20 decibels higher than needed for a room that size. The couple next to me says in unison what I'm thinking "What the fuck?!?". The gentleman who was already at the bar groans loudly. I let this go for a minute hoping these kids will notice us looking at them with disbelief in what is going on and turn the music down. It is two o'clock in the fucking afternoon. I walked in here because it say it was a restaurant not a fucking nightclub. I get up and walk over to the register because I've had it. Of course there is NOBODY fucking there!!! I feel like just walking out, but I don't. The girl who brought me the food shows up and I tell her I need to leave because I can't stand the noise. "Oh they're just setting up for the party" she says non-chalantly. She finds my check and starts to ring me up, I see the order of guac and tell her she never delivered it so I shouldn't be charged for it. By the tone in my voice she can tell I'm fuming. She apologizes for not bringing it, rings me up and tells me she gave me a 10% discount. I feel an aneurysm tingling my brain. As I am walking out, the couple is also leaving in the same sour mood. I doubt they will ever come back. I am positive I never will. Epic fail.