El Charrito on Euclid Avenue on the Willoughby/Wickliffe border.
I have been hearing about this place for quite some time and even knew about its local for I would say a decade or more, but, as is often the case, had neven been there until yesterday the 10th of February 2008. Almost like the fiasco at Applebee's a month ago, we decided to venture out in a blizzard. The temperatures were in the single digits AND we drove into more than one whiteout situation. When it comes to food, none of us take the intelligent way out, Fuck no!!!! We wanted food and that was that. Off to El Charrito we go.
I called earlier to ensure that they would be open, that should have been my first clue. The man who answered had a much too midwestern accent to work at or run a mexican place although I have been pleasantly surprised on different occassions by such things, that is most often NOT the case. Anway, we arrived after about 45 minutes, it should have taken about 20 and could not find the drive, so we kinda made our own. We paerked in front and went in to this very small place that had more a feel of a take out joint than an eat-in, sit-down restaurant. In fact, at just shy of 6 feet and over 200 pounds I felt like a damned giant.
Our server was a younger female while the only other person there was a man of about mid thirties to early forties. They were right on the ball, as they should have been due to the fact that we were it, but she was already a bit on the slow side. She took our drink orders and it seemed much too long before she came back with them.
I ordered an appetizer of quesadilla with onions, tomato, beans, andshredded beef, that was supposed to have come with sour cream. The sour cream was missing and I had to ask for it twice AND explain that it was on the menu as an accompaniment. The item, though, was very good.
I then ordered a combo platter, the El Charito dinner. It was bland as hell as was the slase we were served with our obligatory tortilla chips. I ordered a side a guacamo;e as well which was a horrific slpa in the face. It was no more than a rounded teaspoon, that's right TEA spoon of a guac without any flavor at all beyond the avocado for $1.50 or something ridiculous like that. Oh, and everything for the quesadilla cost at least $.75 extra. Talk about nickle and diming one to the poorhouse. My one companion got the tortilla soup which she did really say much about and a chimichanga with a red sauce rather than the white sauce we had both seen most often on such a deep fried burrito. The last of our group does not try too many things so she ordered a plain burger with fries. She said the fries were good.
I case you couldn't tell, I'm not going back there. It couldn't have had anything to do with the weather, in fact that should have made it better. Whoa!!!!! I almost forgot the worst part of this. The server not once but twice, that I saw, leaned over me to place a plate and my straw was touched by the armpit of her hoodie. That has got to be the next most grotesque thing I have seen after that idiot whom picked the napkin off the floor and put it on our table at Key West Cafe last spring. I had to request a new straw once than an entire new drink, which she was only going to refill.
Pay attention to what you are doing. That should have NEVER happened and I would have immediately fired her for such stupidity. Move things out of your way if you must but do not reach over things that are sticking up. If that had been a candle would you have reached the same way?? If so you would have been putting out you sleeve. Think!!!!!!
I called earlier to ensure that they would be open, that should have been my first clue. The man who answered had a much too midwestern accent to work at or run a mexican place although I have been pleasantly surprised on different occassions by such things, that is most often NOT the case. Anway, we arrived after about 45 minutes, it should have taken about 20 and could not find the drive, so we kinda made our own. We paerked in front and went in to this very small place that had more a feel of a take out joint than an eat-in, sit-down restaurant. In fact, at just shy of 6 feet and over 200 pounds I felt like a damned giant.
Our server was a younger female while the only other person there was a man of about mid thirties to early forties. They were right on the ball, as they should have been due to the fact that we were it, but she was already a bit on the slow side. She took our drink orders and it seemed much too long before she came back with them.
I ordered an appetizer of quesadilla with onions, tomato, beans, andshredded beef, that was supposed to have come with sour cream. The sour cream was missing and I had to ask for it twice AND explain that it was on the menu as an accompaniment. The item, though, was very good.
I then ordered a combo platter, the El Charito dinner. It was bland as hell as was the slase we were served with our obligatory tortilla chips. I ordered a side a guacamo;e as well which was a horrific slpa in the face. It was no more than a rounded teaspoon, that's right TEA spoon of a guac without any flavor at all beyond the avocado for $1.50 or something ridiculous like that. Oh, and everything for the quesadilla cost at least $.75 extra. Talk about nickle and diming one to the poorhouse. My one companion got the tortilla soup which she did really say much about and a chimichanga with a red sauce rather than the white sauce we had both seen most often on such a deep fried burrito. The last of our group does not try too many things so she ordered a plain burger with fries. She said the fries were good.
I case you couldn't tell, I'm not going back there. It couldn't have had anything to do with the weather, in fact that should have made it better. Whoa!!!!! I almost forgot the worst part of this. The server not once but twice, that I saw, leaned over me to place a plate and my straw was touched by the armpit of her hoodie. That has got to be the next most grotesque thing I have seen after that idiot whom picked the napkin off the floor and put it on our table at Key West Cafe last spring. I had to request a new straw once than an entire new drink, which she was only going to refill.
Pay attention to what you are doing. That should have NEVER happened and I would have immediately fired her for such stupidity. Move things out of your way if you must but do not reach over things that are sticking up. If that had been a candle would you have reached the same way?? If so you would have been putting out you sleeve. Think!!!!!!
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