Bill B.
Yelp
I came here largely on the strength of recent Yelp reviews, figuring this would be a great evening. Not so much. I don't know, maybe we caught the entire restaurant on an off-night.
It took a solid ten minutes for the hostess to even greet us which was funny because when we arrived, there was just one couple ahead of us and no one behind us, but by the time the hostess came to us, there were five parties behind us. Sincerely, I was seconds away from just walking out before she finally arrived.
The waiter was fine until he dropped off our food. From there, I'd have had an easier time finding someone under federal witness protection. Pretty sure if we'd decided to just walk out, he wouldn't have found out about it until a good hour after we split. Alas, we stayed for a very, very long time before he finally resurfaced to hand us our bill.
The jambalaya tasted like burnt ass, but the waiter would have never known that because he never bothered to check in. My daughter and I were going to order the salmon until he told us they were out of salmon.
I honestly have no idea why waiters aren't trained to tell customers what they don't have right from the start. Simple, right? "Hi, welcome to Border Café. Just so you know, we are out of the salmon this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks?"
And why does everything have to be "blackened?" I actually asked, "Do you guys know how to NOT blacken chicken? You know, just.... cook it?" He legit said no. "Y'all can't pull it off, huh? Can't quite make the magic happen? Y'all don't own an oven and some olive oil? Okay, I'll try your quesadilla with chicken that, somehow, is advertised as NOT being blackened, thanks."
Doubt I'll be coming back any time soon, if at all. It's sad, too, because I really WANTED to like this place.