San Francisco hound on a road trip; through Portland, a few days in Seattle and Vancouver, and back through Portland. On the way up, a great meal at South Park. On the way home, I had been heartily recommended to Pambiche. I used to eat a lot of Cuban in Los Angeles and there isn't very good Cuban in San Francisco so I was greatly looking forward to my meal.
When I arrived, there were only a few empty seats available and those were by the door; it was cold and rainy and understandably, everyone in the restaurant wants to sit as far as away from the cold drafts which occur when someone new comes in or leaves. Upon my arrival, I took one of the remaining tables as far away from the door as possible. I ordered a glass of sangria while I perused the menu and a couple walked in, taking the table next to me, near the door. The couple next to me ordered drinks but it became apparent that another table, away from the cold draft was opening up and they were able to move.
Dining alone, I am always anxious to try and order in such a way to get the most tastes for my dollar and I was asking the waitress about their Frituras; there were four flavors available and she indicated that *sometimes* they will give you half-and-half with two flavors, but not one of each to get all four flavors. Apparently I was asking too much for I also had several questions about Ajiaco and Ropa Vieja. I had a lot of questions about their menu and it was obvious the waitress did not have all the answers and was growing impatient with me, but in mid-sentence and just as I took a breath to place my order, she abruptly excused herself, walked to the other guests who had come in after me, and proceeded to take their order. There was a brief moment she could have salvaged her rudeness by coming back to me, but instead she proceeded to the kitchen to complete submitting the other guests' orders, leaving me sitting there with no order having been given at all.
Even the other guests sitting on the other side of me couldn't believe I had been so abandoned with such atrocious lack of service. I would like to chalk it up to a bad night for the waitress and I have had many friends recommend the restaurant. But I'll be hard-pressed to want to return since my visits to Portland are so few and far between. After walking out, I headed to Clyde Commons and had a great time and perfect service, despite being a solo diner with lots of questions.
2811 NE Glisan St, Portland, OR 97232