One of the many reasons I hate "The Mexican Restaurant"...

I'm sure I could launch into literally hundreds of reasons of why I hate "The Mexican Restaurant", but one of the main reasons, is that I have NEVER had a good date experience there.  (Yet I keep trying.... hmmm.... interesting.)

Here's one of those stories...

Tom.

Tom and I actually made it to date number two, which was no small feat.  Said date was at "The Mexican Restaurant", which at that point, was still a place I enjoyed going.  We sipped a few beverages, ate a decent meal, had some good conversation - all part of what one might refer to as a successful second date. 

...and then Tom excused himself to the restroom.

Five minutes go by.  Ten minutes go by.  The waitress comes over to see if I want another drink or something.  I tell her that I'll wait until he gets back - we'll probably have another round.

Fifteen minutes go by.  Twenty minutes go by.  Ok... we are at a Mexican restaurant... we're still in the range of possibility.  Not everyone has a Teflon stomach.

Twenty-five minutes go by.  The waitress comes back.  Yeah... at this point... I'll take the check.

Well over thirty minutes have gone by at this point and I am coming to the realization that my date just ditched me in a restaurant AND stuck me with the check.  I begrudgingly settle up and grab my coat to leave, at which point, Tom comes speeding around the corner with his cell phone glued to his ear.

While still on the phone, mind you, he motions to me to sit back down.  And for whatever reason, I oblige.

He finishes up his conversation and apologizes that he 'had to take that call'.  Now, being a reasonable person, I could conceivably understand the 'important call' excuse.  However, being a girl who has sat alone for the past thirty-some-odd-minutes thinking her date has pulled a dine-and-dash, all reason had left me.  Sorry, but important phone call or not, there had to be some point early on in those thirty minutes that he could have alerted me to the fact that he needed to make/take a phone call (I was never sure how he ended up on the phone in the first place).  But no.  Clearly, common courtesy was not Tom's specialty.

Needless to say, that was our second and last date.

I know it's not really "The Mexican Restaurant"'s fault... but unfortunately, that is not my only bad date story that takes place in their establishment.  Oh yeah... my track record at TMR sucks... worse than their food.

Anyone up for Italian?



Photo Credit:  Glenda Wilburn