Imagine the scene! We're out shopping...It's noonish. I innocently say to Hubby, "Hey! 'Wanna try out the new restaurant, Chuy's?""Sure, why not..." he replies.
So off we go on a new adventure in fine dining of which we've heard nothing but good reviews. The parking lot is FULL, we can hear Mexican music playing from the interstate...Hahaaaa...Oh yeah baby! We find a spot out near a goat or two in the back forty... and pile out of the truck anticipating a good meal! We SHOULD have known. Really. A young (we're talking nubile here) lady greets us at the door, screeching..."HI!! WELCOME TO CHUY'S!!" We should have turned around right there and then, but no, we continue into the lair. There are SIX, count 'em...SIX more infants at the welcome desk ALL welcoming us to Chuy's...in unison...all with those same screechy little voices. Do they practice that voice? In front of a mirror? Do colleges offer a degree for that voice? You know, like that penmanship they are so famous for?
We are seated. The waitress comes over and takes our orders...more screeching. The music is loud and has a rhythm that sets our teeth 'ta grinding with the beat! I look up to see...hundreds of hubcaps dangling over our heads. By this point our nerves are beginning to unravel, we feel the walls closing in...but we persist. The food MUST be great! There are just too many people...hummmm...they DO look youngish...College students...at the tables.
FINALLY, our meals arrive and we take our first bite. Salt...it needs LOTS of salt...We could be arrested for using so much salt! Dry...I'm talking "cracker" dry. We look at each other between LARGE gulps of iced tea, we look into each other's eyes...and smile. I recognise that smile...You know the one I'm talking about...The one that says, "You wait 'til we get outside..."LOLOL. The waitress again approaches our table offering more tea...No More thank you...Just bring the ticket...thanks.
The bill is quickly paid and we make a dash for the front doors to freedom. I swear, there's Another one saying goodbye to us now...I Think I could take her...she looks weak...but I don't get a chance. Hubby has Already made a dash to the truck and I Think he means to leave me behind! Gotta run guys...Prayers may be needed...Hahaa
21 comments:
Oohh ouchie. Nothing worse than battling the crowds and having a bad meal. I know what you mean about the babes with the over sweet voices. Trying to compensate for the food??? Too bad.
Jeanne,We will Never go there again!!YUCK!
hughugs
The hubcaps would give me nightmares. The food looks good, but I doubt it was worth it. :)
Sally...the food was dry and tasteless. I can Still hear the Noise!!Hahaa
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hahahahaha--- sorry. really. nothin is worse than payin for yukky food in a irritating atmosphere. ugh. there really is a really good Chueys. i think it might be in Austin. there are many copy-cats and knock off's that just don't compare. we've been to several, and i know what you're talkin about. but if ever in austin give that one a chance. it the real deal. and it won't dissapoint :))
sorry -- ya shoulda asked me-- we spend more time goin out than eatin at home-- course rarely if ever have we eaten near your place-- haha-- cept dennys.. and you already know- bleh.
great post btw-- so if nothin else-- it got you creative :))
hugs-- and happy eating-- perhaps hubs will be inspired to big green egg somethin today?
hmmm.
laterz-
By penmanship are you referring to that irritating little heart they all dot their i's with?....lol
We have plenty of the young ones who do that where I work. They don't have that sugary sweet screechy voice though, they all act like they are doing YOU a favor by being their cashier.
Nothing worse than battling a crowd then getting a bad meal, at least it looked good. I just hope you are still alive to get my comment....ROFL
LOL! Wow, what a place!!
Hugs,
Donna
Funny! I hate paying for bad food!
But what is pictured actually looks ok.
But Things ain't always as they seem eh?
Haaaa,you should have decked her.
At times like those, I look and Cuppa and declare, "Another fine mess you've gotten me into."
I can just imagine the acoustics in a place with hubcaps on the ceiling! I hate eating any place where I have to holler to talk to the person across from me.
I loved your reviw of the place, but it sure doesn't seem like a place that we would have liked either!! I know exactly what you mean about the little screechy voices!
I agree with Miz Sally, the glare of the lights on those hubcaps would make me feel ill. LOL, I'm sorry it wasn't a good dining experience Miz Donna.
I always hate seeing a lot of stuff hanging off of the ceiling of a restaurant! All I can think is all of the dust that probably accumulates and floats down into the food! Yuk!
Dang sorry the food sucked.
Well...you got your circles for the meme! Something good came from it, anyway. Your story was worth the experience...I think, anyway. Thanks for the chuckle!
I'll avoid this place like the plague if i'm ever lucky enough to visit Texas!
I have been to a few places like that. I do not mind a cheerful waitress but when they have to force it cause the owners say so, it is fake and I don't like it. I like the down home places where the waitress treat you with a smile but do not over do it. I hate alot of salt too. I prefer it if they leave the salt off and just put the shaker on the table. I cook with a minimum of salt at home and that is how I like it.
Oh, I KNOW the voice you are talking about. It's what I call the "cheerleader's voice". Like it is stuck in an octave so high that only dogs can hear it all clearly. And breath-y. Ugh. Just makes you want to smack 'em. LOL!
yes.. what is it with those affected voices anyway?? maybe they were choking on the food?
that woulda made a good 'circle shot'
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