The beef in my picadillo chimichanga smelled rotten, so for the only the third time in my 30something years, I politely requested to send back the item.
The young waitress was quite disturbed by this. I said the meat seemed not right. She replied that it must be the seasonings. I said it seemed stale or old. "What do you want me to do about it," she asked?
The questionable item was reluctantly removed from my plate and from the bill, but there was no apology, and no attempt at providing a more edible substitution.
The extremely slow service made things even worse, as I spent nearly an hour waiting for a dinner that I could not consume.