We all know how I feel about Chuy's. I'm not scared to voice my opinion when the food sometimes sucks and the service is always not up to par. When I realized that Incredible's co-worker's fiance is a higher up for the Dallas Chuy's---you know I told them both how I felt about the establishment. Uhm hmm. When Incredible called me at work yesterday telling me that we would be meeting those two out for dinner (double date) at Chuy's, I made a face. Ugh. Then I thought, well, since she is the manager; the cook and waitstaff are sure to treat the table differently, right?
But did the food still suck? Yes. Not Chuy's fault; this time, I blame the company. So we have to call the co-worker, by Incredible's nickname for him: Fat Boy Slim. He's not fat, he's not slim--he just looks like what you may picture when you think of Fat Boy Slim. His fiance we will call Velma because she straight up looks it.
So we get there and immediately we get free margaritas from the bar. Ooh whee, we are off to a great start. I don't know how I could argue that free drinks suck, because they so don't.
We're drinking margaritas and having some great talks as we wait to be seated. I tell Velma about how each time that I am seated in the middle section of the restaurant I get stuck with a waiter and a trainee. She tells me it is not a training area, so those times were random.
Uhm hmm...what ever, random, my butt---but hey, I go with it.
We sit down. Then for some odd reason, Velma tells us she really doesn't like the food at Chuy's...
Can I ask: Why the F are we eating here, then?
I look at Incredible whose A.D.D. has kicked in and he is paying attention to the television. Men!?!?!
Fat Boy Slim tells me that the Chicken Deluxe are the best enchiladas and item on the menu. I tell him my "Chicken Fat" story. Velma grimaced in horror. Uh huh. It's true, what can I say?
They promise me, the Deluxe will be good here. I doubt them. They really promise.
Then the waitress takes our order. I HATE when people order for you. HATE IT.
I hate it so much if a guy does that to me on a date, he is gone. Just ask Daryl. Completely different story about another restaurant I hate, called Macaroni Grill.
And we are back to Chuy's. Fat Boy Slim has decided to order for everyone. I don't make a disapproving face because a thought crosses my mind:
Maybe he is ordering because the meal will be comped since Velma works here.
For himself he orders fajitas, Velma gets some taco salad, he orders Incredible a steak burrito, and me, huh, you guessed it; I get the Chicken Deluxe. So, why is that they both swore that the Deluxe was the best menu item but neither one ordered it and they didn't order it for Incredible?!?! Just me---the complainer?
Did it suck? YES.
Do you know what was really good, though? Half the Steak Burrito I ate off Incredible's plate. Thank God for his A.D.D.
Three times a charmer, I will never order or let anyone else order Chicken Deluxe Enchiladas at Chuy's, again.