The Incident

You know what really grinds my gears?  When you go to a restaurant and the experience is disappointing.  Allow me to elaborate…  Last night I go to a fine establishment (the place will go unnamed to protect the innocent) and I was excited to order one of my favorite meals, a chicken chimichanga.  I explained to my crew that I always think about getting other things at this place, but I just can’t.  The chimi is too delicious to pass up.  Plus, their is no feeling worse than having an alternate meal and realizing half way through that you’ve made a mistake of epic proportions, but I digress. 

So, my meal arrives and let me tell you, it looks fantastic.  Much to my dismay, I cut into the treat and it’s a beef chimichanga, yeah a beef, not chicken, chimichanga.  Don’t get me wrong, I ate it, but I wasn’t as happy as I could/should have been. 

My solution is simple, put in place a system of marking meals that’s near flawless.  Perhaps cooking the chimichanga’s on opposite sides of the kitchen? 

Stephen…  out!