"When I was rolling my silverware, I noticed something green and dried on the end of my fork. One would think that whoever rolls the cutlery would check for such things. It was concerning; the person doing it must have poor eyesight.
I ordered the three crispy tacos to share with my mother, along with a plate of rice and a small bean soup. Rhonda pointed out that this section of the menu was half price that day, and it's clear why! The taco shells were stale, so I ended up mixing everything from my bowls—the rice, good chips, and salsa—to create a taco salad, which was better. However, I didn't care for the warm salsa at all. The bean soup was decent but I should have asked for a bowl instead of having it served in a small cup. My mother didn't enjoy anything except the chips. I really hope this was just a bad day for them."
