Labor day 2009, I went with a bunch of friends[1. Mostly from our weekly poker night crew.] to Roscoe’s House of Chicken & Waffles in Hollywood. (Photos) I think it was more fun and memorable because we took public transportation.
This year, Taylor sent the same peeps[2. Did I just say peeps?] a text message, wondering if we’d want to go again. While only five of us went to Pasadena this year, it was still good times.
Taylor and Dan not pictured, mainly because they were sitting right next to me.
We will never attempt to dine at Tortilla Jo’s again.[1. I haven’t given their food a chance, but after you finish reading this, can you blame me?]
We randomly chose Tortilla Jo’s.
There weren’t many customers, so we were seated quickly. The host gave us menus, someone else brought us chips and salsa, and…that’s it.
About 5-7 minutes later, the host that sat us asked, “Are you done looking at the menus?”
“Yes,” I replied.
He took them and walked away. There wasn’t an employee that offered us water or took our order. I counted at least twenty times where an employee or manager[2. I think he was the manager because he was wearing a long sleeve dress shirt.] walked by our table. Nobody acknowledged us.
After being there for 23 minutes, we left. (I know the photo shows 18 minutes, but we were there for about five minutes before I started my stopwatch.)
I didn’t want to say anything because of principle. We waited until after the concert for In-N-Out (La Mirada) on our way home — six hours later.
We will never attempt to dine at Tortilla Jo’s again.