Erik P.
Yelp
Hmmm, where to start. All good things must come to an end? It was last Sunday, blue skies, no wind, perfect day. We went to a festival at Balboa Park. Afterward we had a delicious, and strong margarita at The Prado. We walked back to the car, when we notice Barrio Star. Check it out? Why not. We sit down. On the menu we zero in on a pitcher of margarita, roasted jalapeno blackberry. Uh-oh, it's gonna be one of those days! We'll probably need to order an Uber home lol. We later decide to order nachos, but it takes a while for our waiter to return so we hail a couple of other staff to help. The nachos come but sans salsa. After digging in to a couple layers of the nachos, we notice a black hair embedded inside, which was definitely not from one of us. Oh no, wifey is gonna blow. She shows our waiter, Jeremy. What comes next caught my attention. He said it probably just blew in from the wind. . . Seriously? How about:
1. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Or
2. Let me comp that for you. Or
3. Would you like to try something else on the house?
But I guess saying that the black hair blew into the nachos from the wind, on a day when there was no wind, will suffice.
But wait, there's more!. Live music is usually a crowd pleaser, this time from someone on a synthesizer, with what could only be described as depressing karaoke. The more I listened, the more I thought. . . what am I doing with my life? Why do I all of a sudden feel so depressed? Oh, wait, I'm fine, it's just this depressing music that's making me feel this way! How about festive Mexican music. . . at a Mexican restaurant?
We start to take notice of other things. The nachos were tasteless! Too bad that salsa never came as it would have drown out the taste. How about the margarita? Minimal taste, minimal alcohol. I walked out of there with minimal feeling of any alcohol. The silver lining, didn't have to pay for an Uber ride? Other tables nearby displayed dirty plates and food that stayed there for as long as we were there, which was way too long.
In the end, we didn't pay for the nachos, not because our waiter insisted on it, but because I did. We just paid for the weak margarita without a tip. Will we be back? If Gordon Ramsay goes through and turns the place inside out? Even then, hard pass.