I had the misfortune of stopping on the POP Malecon today at a restaurant called Aguacerros. I had heard that they served Mexican food, and that they did. Alan had the nachos, and I, the burritos. Now when I had to pull a 15 inch strand of hair out of my mouth, I was very careful to not let it fly into Alan's meal, as the wind was blowing that way.
I neatly wrapped it up in a napkin, disposed of it and resisted the urge to complain. Minutes later, I encounterd a 3 to 4 square inch piece of fried plastic, at which point I called the waitress over and she explained to me that it was just plastic and not very serious.
When they brought us the bill and wanted to charge me for my plastic hairy burritos, I asked the waitress over and calmly explained to her that it was customary to not charge a client for an uneaten meal full of special chef's surprises. When I saw that she wasn't getting the message, I asked her what she would do if I had found a coackroach in my meal. She agreed that she wouldn't charge me for a coackroach infested meal, but I had to pay for the plastic hairy version.
I told her that I would write about it on the internet, to which she told me that she didn't care.
So here it is.
Aguacerros, serving fine plastic hairy Mexican food on Puerto Plata's Malecon.
I neatly wrapped it up in a napkin, disposed of it and resisted the urge to complain. Minutes later, I encounterd a 3 to 4 square inch piece of fried plastic, at which point I called the waitress over and she explained to me that it was just plastic and not very serious.
When they brought us the bill and wanted to charge me for my plastic hairy burritos, I asked the waitress over and calmly explained to her that it was customary to not charge a client for an uneaten meal full of special chef's surprises. When I saw that she wasn't getting the message, I asked her what she would do if I had found a coackroach in my meal. She agreed that she wouldn't charge me for a coackroach infested meal, but I had to pay for the plastic hairy version.
I told her that I would write about it on the internet, to which she told me that she didn't care.
So here it is.
Aguacerros, serving fine plastic hairy Mexican food on Puerto Plata's Malecon.