I'd like to comment on the December 16, 2012 Sunday brunch, unfortunately, my fiancé and I never got to eat any. Mind you, on the preceding Friday we had lunch there and it was fine and other than the abysmal service at other lunch times, the food has also been good enough to entice us back. No more..
This morning, we decided to get breakfast out. We don't usually go for the bacon and eggs thing but today my fiancé wanted to throw healthy eating to the wind and get some. Her first thought was to just go to Cracker Barrel, which is reasonably close. In hindsight this would have been the best thing to do. Instead we decided to do Maynard's brunch.
I tried calling a number of times to determine their hours and to make a reservation but always got a message indicating that they were either "Handling another reservation or seating another guest and to please leave a message." So I left a message. The alternative was to go online and make a reservation. Their system actually takes one to Open Table. Since I use it often, and I never got a call from Maynard's, I logged on to Open Table. I actually wanted a morning time, but the first one available was 2 PM. So I made the reservation for 2 PM and we had a snack to hold us over while we waited.
It's a 40-minute drive for us so we headed out at 1:15. Arriving at Maynard's, heading east on Toole, we were presented with a roped off parking lot which left us stranded, because the stupid trolley construction has Toole blocked off to eastbound traffic. I had to turn around, while dodging westbound traffic and enter the parking lot from the wrong direction. This should have told me to forget the whole idea, but we persisted. Upon getting to the door we saw a hand lettered sign indicating that the place was closed to the public due to a private function. This deserved further investigation, since I had an email confirmation from Open Table for a 2 PM reservation, so we walked in anyway. A voice from behind us asked what we were doing so we said we were looking for the manager. The woman professed to be the manager, which is odd since their website says that one Frank Kobritz is the restaurant manager.
I told her that if in fact she was the manager, she wasn't very good at her job. She bristled at this fact and became defensive, telling us that, "The owner's daughter was getting married and the place was reserved for the wedding party." I congratulated the couple but restated my position that there was no indication 1) on the website, 2) on the telephone or 3) on Open Table that the place was closed to the public today and this was lousy management and a disservice to us.
At no time was there an apology or any attempt to make amends. A good manager would have offered some kind of compensation such as a free meal at a later time or across the street at Cup Congress today.
" It's the three Democrats—Bronson, Valadez, and Richard Elias—who generally feel his wrath."
Well---and I say this as an old guy, who still drives in the fast lane and doesn't have a lawn---at least he has his priorities straight.
If you're NW, try Ole' at Orange Grove and La Cholla.
Getting in on this late. I have some roots in this town, my mom came here (alone) as a 16-year-old in 1929. My parents met an married here in the 30s but my dad's wanderlust had them in San Diego when I was born, a few weeks before the outbreak of WWII. So they were stuck there until the end of the war, after which they returned to Tucson. (There's a good chance I was conceived here, so I consider myself a native.) Furthermore, I grew up on the southside, so I also consider myself a good judge of Mexican food.
That said, I've usually avoided El Charo, but a few times I've returned, often at the request of other people. The last time (and I do mean the LAST time) my late wife found ourselves downtown on a day when everything else was closed. So in desperation we stopped into El Charo.
As usual, it was a disaster. My wife's enchiladas came out cold. After an interminable wait for the waiter to stop grabassing one of the waitresses and come back to our table, we sent them back. So while I continued to eat, she waited. Then they came out again and once again they were cold. The third time they were delivered, they were hot, but by this time I was finished with my meal. So now she ate and I watched.
When the check came, I couldn't wait to get out there so I took it up to desk. The guy asked me, "How was everything, Sir?" I replied, "You don't want to know." He said, "Of course I want to know."
So I proceeded to unload on him. He listened to me then asked, "You from out of town, Sir?" I can only conclude that he felt that if I was he wasn't going to see me again, what did it matter. My thought is, why does it matter?
I replied, "No, I'm a Tucson native. I come here once every ten years or so to see if it's improved. It hasn't!" He wordlessly opened the drawer and handed me my money back.
Heather Hoch must have visited a different Street Taco and Beer from the one I went to on opening day. Could be because the one I went to is actually ON Congress and is not north of Church. It's difficult to be north of Church, since it runs north and south, but why let facts get in the way of a good fairy tale.
And a fairy tale she tells. I had what are normally my favorite, the carne asada tacos, and they were seriously wanting. Not horrible, but not good either. The dollop of meat, rather than being hot off a grill, was apparently prepared way ahead of time and dished up out of a pan on a not so warm warming table. Hence my tacos were a falling apart, soupy mess of lukewarm meat.
My fiance, had one carnitas taco and one fish taco. The piece of fish was tiny and featured more breading than fish. The carnitas, like everything else, was cold and incrusted in congealed grease. She couldn't eat it.
The chips are self-serve and in a word, horrible. The worst corn chips you got out of a bag at the supermarket are better than these. It's as if they were cooked a week ago, perhaps someplace else, and put under a light bulb since then. Rather than being the color of say---a corn chip---they were a medium brown. The taste and texture was consistent with the foregoing.
There is a plethora of salsas available. We availed ourselves of two, a pico de gallo and a smooth green labeled, "hot". It was only moderately so. The pico de gallo was lacking any heat whatsoever. What is was not lacking was salt. It and the green salsa were way too salty; perhaps an attempt to engender an increased thirst for beer.
We suspect that beer sales are the rational for this place. If so, they're going to have to lower their prices. I guess they have a good selection, although I stopped looking when I saw my favorite, Dragoon IPA. But as much as I love it, $5.50 is too much to have me partaking of it at Street Taco, even if they solve their shaky service (I gave them a pass on this, attributing it to opening day jitters) and improve the food.
"So attack punctuation, grammar, syntax, but don't ever acknowledge that this is a real story about oppressing people of color in the name of education or anything else."
This woman is an "EDITOR" for christsake. She is supposed to be an expert at punctuation, grammar and syntax, among other things. At this, she is an embarrassment. If she wasn't such a nutcase, I would feel sorry for her. But she is and I don't.
And her "story" is just BS, as are your comments.
Oh please, Ricky. I remember you from the old AZ Starnet days and know you moved to Portland. Even in your screed, you confess to living in the Willamette Valley seven months of the year. Saying that you don't live in Portland is like me saying I don't live in Tucson because I'm not within the city limits.
That makes you an Oregon resident, pendejo. Or more like a snowbird when you're here. Even when you lived here, you were a newcomer; 1959, big deal, I was graduating high school in 1959. My parents moved back here with me in tow in 1945. My mom was here in 1929.
As for my attitude about Mexican-Americans (can I still say that?) maybe it is bad. Probably comes from having been married to one for 13 years, Worst 13 years of my life. My step-mom was from Mexico though and she was okay.
As for the statue, my opinion is unwavering.
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