I think Cinco de Mayo is a fun day. Now technically, Cinco de Mayo originates from a victory in a battle between Mexico and France that occurred on May 5, 1862. (yes, you are getting a history lesson here on debland). Now it seems as if all Cinco de Mayo represents is a shameless excuse for Americans to party being unaware of why they are partying. Not a problem, just an observation. In my quest to try to be a festive person, I opt to join my friend Sue at Tequila Joe's for a nice Mexican lunch. It was a beautiful day, so we were able to sit outside on their patio. That is basically the only pleasant part of the experience at Tequila Joe's today. First, they only have 1 server for the lunch crowd, yes, even on Cinco de Mayo. We waited FOREVER for the server to come and take our drink order. We order margaritas (virgin ones, since it was lunchtime), and the server goes and puts in our drink order. We wait. And wait. And waited some more. He then came back to let us know that they couldn't make a virgin raspberry margarita because they use raspberry schnapps to make that particular flavor. We asked him what kind he could make. He said he could do strawberry or regular. We order strawberry. We wait, and wait, and wait. It must have been 30 min. by this point. By the way, we still didn't get the complimentary chips and salsa yet either. Sue finally goes in and asks for chips, and our drinks. We wait. Then the server comes out and tells us that he actually can't make any margaritas right now, no flavors. I asked him if he realized it was Cinco de Mayo and that not having the capability to make margaritas might not go over so well with the customers, especially tonight's customers. So we order soda, and put in our food order. We wait. The guy comes back to tell us that they don't have enough shrimp to make 2 shrimp quesadillas, only 1. At this point I was ready to laugh at him. I thought we were on Candid Camera or something! So, we change the order to 1 shrimp and 1 chicken quesadilla. Sue at this point demands chips. We get the chips, we get the soda. All of a sudden, out come our entrees. The guy puts them on the table and walks away. We realize there is no silverware or napkins. Not cool. Finally, we get those, and we are able to eat. Meanwhile, we lost most of our afternoon waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Luckily Susan is good company, so I enjoyed spending the extra time with her. But seriously, what the heck?
Happy Cinco de Mayo. Hope you have better luck than we did. Time for a real margarita, si?