I was told what a great place to eat this was. Sat down, looked at the menu, found soups, picked a soup, wondered do they have different sizes or just one. Turned to the back of the menu, saw soup by the cup and bowl. I ordered a cup of tortilla soup, when my food came, it was a bowl. The bowl was sitting in front of me on the table, and I asked if it was a cup, the waitress told me it was only by the bowl. The cup was just for a noodle soup. At that time I put my arms on the table to scoot back in the booth seat a bit, and the whole table shifted spilling scolding hot soup down my chest and on to my arm. The waitress' response: I'll get you some napkins. I get cleaned up, the soup has burnt me, and I'm trying to enjoy my chicken enchillada when the manager comes to the table, ""is there a problem with the soup?"", I reply that I just wanted a cup, he then sais ""You should have known it was going to be a bowl for $10.00."" Gee, maybe a that was some hot soup are you okay? I was made to feel like it was my fault for ordering the wrong soup, and they really didn't care about the fact that their table was unstable, or the fact that I spilled scolding hot soup down my chest and stomach. At this point I had enough of my dry enchillada, didn't touch the cup of soup, and paid my check and left. First and last experience here, food service management professionalism eqauls zero. Oh, almost forgot that I unstuck my napkin from the table in front of the server, no response.
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