After a week of being home and not risking traveling too far for concern over the impending weather (that never came to fruition) we decided to have a nice afternoon lunch date. Not just eating out after we ran some errands, but a trip made specifically to our destination in hopes of having a couple of cocktails and good food, and just basking in the love that we share.
We really try
to give places an honest chance before we write them off for good. Let me backtrack a few years… Our last trip was not a memorable one, except
for the violent reaction to the obviously pre-made red dye #40 pomegranate margarita. I can handle my drink, but while grocery shopping at Hannaford after our meal I was overcome with what felt like
a binge drinking episode. I was dizzy
and nauseous. I felt completely drunk! The trip home was marked by periodic pit stops
to orally relieve myself of the nasty concoction. As I said, that was a few years ago. After all those years we figured we would
give it another shot. There really isn’t
much buzz from locals about the place. A
few of our friends have been and seem to have enjoyed themselves, so we
thought, “why not?!” We set off to try
the only Tex-Mex restaurant in a 50 mile radius. Here’s where the “follow your gut, not your
stomach” comes in… We saw the specials
at The Autumn Café and decided to go there instead. But, being a decent Saturday afternoon there
was a wait. A pretty substantial
wait. It’s obvious why The Autumn Café is
always packed and with a waiting list – the food is real, fresh, and knowledgeably
and creatively prepared. We could have
waited around walked around a bit (a lot), but instead decided to embark on our
original destination. Coulda, shoulda,
woulda… hindsight is 2020, go with your gut…
We ventured
to Fiesta Mexican Grill and eagerly went in.
We saw friends there and were able to responsibly chat with them for a
bit before we sat down at the table we were given. They spoke highly of both the food and the
drink. Good, my hopes were high. There was a basket of chips and salsa waiting
for us when we finally went to our table.
But then we waited. And
waited. Our waitress finally came over
to take our drink order. She was a little
older, and not knowing her circumstances made me feel kindness for her, hoping
she’s doing this because she doesn’t want to be home and be bored, and not
because someone of her age has to work extra hours or an extra job to make ends
meet. Either way – being a server should
mean having a solid understanding of the menu and what is available from the
kitchen. It also means having a decent
personality, or, at the very least the ability to fake it. The salsa was tasty, but super mild. It was good, but bland, so hubby asked if
there was anything hotter. The disinterested
waitress suggested that he add the hot sauce from the table to the said
salsa. No thank you. But, whatever. Upon her return he asked her about the spicy
red sauce he saw on the menu. She said
we would have to pay extra for that. Ok,
fine, but when we asked about something hotter the first time she never mentioned
it, only saying that what we were given was the only salsa they had. She brought “spicy red sauce” of course being
a little dish of pico de gallo. Moving
on…
We ordered
the “tapatizer” bacon wrapped jalapeno poppers.
They were presented to us with creamy Italian dressing as the dipping
sauce. Italian dressing?! And maybe because she was still thinking of
our request for a spicier salsa brought a mini Corelleware bowl of the original
salsa with the freaking hot sauce mixed in!
During this time we did get our drink order. I asked for a house margarita with light salt. I was excited. I love a good margarita and our friend had
just told me how good they were! I don’t
know what the hell landed on our table, though!
I have never had a fizzy margarita on the rocks. There was something off with it. It just didn’t taste right – so I had to send
it back. We didn’t drive 40 plus minutes
to be let down this early on! The
waitress, which we realized was also making the drinks brought a new margarita
and proclaimed that she made it from scratch because their house mix does have some
fizz to it. Oh my goodness. I wasn’t about to send back a second
margarita, so I did manage to slurp it down even though it was too sweet and again,
just not quite right. About this time we
got a call from the lovely and gracious hostess at the Autumn Cafe. There was a table ready if we still wanted
it. Oh, if only we had waited! Our lackluster meals took forever to get to
us. We were pretty depleted and feeling
sorry for ourselves by the time the food did arrive and the lack of any actual
taste drove home the fact that we should have followed our gut and not even
come. I did make a plea when I ordered
my burrito for NO CILANTRO. I said I
understood if it was mixed in with some things and I would survive, but please
please please no garnish or extra cilantro on anything. Well, there were plenty of chunks of the
devils ass weed sprinkled on the burrito under the perfectly melted
cheese. The burrito came to me swimming
in a lake of green sauce. Not what I expected,
but sometimes it’s okay to be surprised.
I had just never seen a burrito served as this was. Hubby’s meal was very basic with no yummy juices
or sauces on the over priced fajitas. I
actually had to go ask the waitress for a plate for him to prepare his fajitas
as I was sure she wasn’t coming back to us any time soon. We were asked if we wanted another round of
drinks and as sad as it was, I had to quickly decline having another margarita. I don’t think I’ve ever had to turn down a
second margarita.
I can handle
mediocre food when accompanied by good service. i can tolerate mediocre service with outstanding food. Neither applied in this case. Having spent many years as a server I know what the scene is like, but I
also know how to be attentive and intuitive – my tips always reflected that. I’m not one of those falsely generous people
that will tip well no matter what.
No. I had to work my ass off for
the good tips I got. Be decent. Ask questions. Do what you can to make an obviously unpleasant
situation better. Do better. I tip according to service – and I do prefer
to be generous.
We enjoy eating out. We enjoy good food prepared with good ingredients. We expect pride to be taken in the preparation and the delivery. To say we were disappointed would be an understatement. We were left feeling more than frustrated, maybe just short of anger? Maybe the anger should stay directed at ourselves as we’re the ones that did in fact not listen to our gut to begin with.