So today we went to El Chico at the mall because they were having this deal on enchilada dinners. The food wasn’t all that bad, but not extraordinary, but we were really turned off by the service. First of all, our greeter/seater (whatever they’re called) acted really depressed and unfriendly. I felt compelled to ask her what was wrong, but knew that’d probably come off the wrong way. Our waitress was friendly, but totally clueless. She was nice to Kyrie, but a little too attentive. At one point she put out her arms like she was offering to pick Kyrie up. Lady, I don’t let strangers pick up my kid, okay? I just was a little annoyed at that. But the thing that completely drove me nuts was that she passed a hot plate RIGHT past Kyrie, easily within her reach, all the while warning ME that it was hot. This girl needs to get some common sense! She also brought our meals way too soon (we’d barely gotten halfway through the appetizer) and kept giving refills before we’d had a chance to drink our first glasses. She gave us like 5 cups of salsa and every time she left would say, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Back for what? LET US EAT IN PEACE, lady! At one point, she came back & just stood there, by our table…not asking if everything was all right, not asking if we needed anything else…just standing there, talking to Kyrie. I broke the awkwardness by asking for a to-go container and off she went. Rick and I gave each other that “good grief” expression. We asked for our check. The total was, I think, around $22.00, and Rick gave her two twenties. She asked if we’d be needing change. Uh, no, we’re giving you an eighteen dollar tip! What do you think? lol…anyway, Rick still tipped her (he always tips, pretty much regardless) even after she endangered our daughter’s life and filled our table full of millions of cups of salsa and glasses of sweet tea. I’m not sure if we’ll be going back there…