I rarely go to Jimboy’s on 29th Street. It’s usually because of my restricted diet. Well, I went there today after nearly a year or more of not going. It’s crowded, but I am not sure why. They’ve lost a customer, even a rare one, today.

I asked for no beans, no guacamole, and no olives on a taco salad. I then noticed that the receipt said no sour cream, no guacamole, no olives. I went back and explained my dilemma to the cashier who explained to a worker my concern–in Spanish–but it was clear she was trying to explain what I wanted.

I was handed a takeout salad and I peeked at it–it looked “okay” with the exception of a Godzilla size dollop of sour cream. Brought it back to the office. The salad had chicken on it. Over-peppered, over salted. Oh, and there, under the chicken, was the half forgotten dollop of beans that someone appeared to have scraped off, but they gave it to me anyway. I almost didn’t notice it under the thrall of overripe tomatoes. No wonder the lady at the counter didn’t look me in the eye when she handed it over. Sloppy, people, sloppy. (P.S. This is not the first time they have made a mistake like this–but it is the last straw–or bean–for me.)

I’ll spend my money elsewhere next time, thank you.

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