Never Again!!

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!  I have never experienced a moment at a restaurant like the one that I had at my last visit to La Huerta on north College here in Fayetteville.  It all started with me looking for a convenient and inexpensive place to eat.  Ok, I am going to say cheap place to eat. A brother is unemployed and on a budget right now.  Well anyway, I had a choice between my soon to be favorite Mediterranean restaurant on College, Tangiers, or the old stand by La Huerta.   Now I've had some harrowing gastronomic experiences at La Squirtcha but I've somehow held a soft spot in my gut for them.   Not any more!  So because it was hot as sin outside and I was too lazy to trek .5 miles to Tangiers, I settled on La Squirtcha.  As usual I was greeted with the standard hellos and welcomes and shown to my table.  The service I have to admit is extraordinary.  I haven't had a bad service experience in all the times I've ventured there.  Moving along.  I was handed the menu and my drink order was taken.  No margaritas for me today.  They're not that great there anyway.  My drinks arrived and I then I placed my food order.  I settled on the steak fajitas.  It's difficult to decide what to eat at a restaurant when everything there pretty much looks and tastes the same.  My food arrived in less than 5 minutes.  Which is typical for any dish that you order there.  It doesn't matter how small or large your party is they are FAST when it comes to preparing your food.  My serving was pretty big.  I could have shared it with at least one more person but I would not have wanted to experience the guilt of doing so.  There was pico de gallo, refried beans, spanish rice, salad, a scary looking toxic green colored guacamole, and a huge dollop of sour cream to accompany the entree. I ate a forkful of beans. . .what is that strange feeling in the back of my throat.  I tried the rice. . .there it is again.  Now, I've been through this before at La Squirtcha but I've always ignored it and covered it up with a swig of whatever beverage I was having at the time.  I decided that I didn't want to venture in that realm anymore because I am very familiar with the three strike rule.  So no more rice and beans this trip.  I had already written off the toxic guac and the sour cream.  Been there, done that.  Now on to the entree.  I made my first fajita, I added the juice of a lemon to the meat in an effort to change things up a bit  and a little pico.  I was thinking as I was eating it.  Just two more tortillas and you will be done.  I fixed the second fajita.  By this time I'd called my server over to bring more lemon and drink refills.  Things weren't going so well at this point and I actually began to regret my decision to eat there.  As I was making my third fajita, I'm hurrying along because I was anxious to leave, that same feeling from that I got from the rice and beans returned.  I ignored it once more.  I took a loooong swig of Coke and proceeded with making my fajita.  I took one bite. I began to chew and all of a sudden my mouth started to water and I felt the contents of my stomach trying to escape. No not here, not now!  I was saying this to myself in the split second this all took place. I let out a barely audible gag but I was able to control my breathing and eased my tortured stomach.  As soon as I saw my server I requested the bill. I felt embarrassed and ashamed but soon got over it since there was no one there to witness what could have happened.  I left the table with a good portion of my meal untouched and I thought.  Wow, there are kids starving in America and I'm leaving all of this food. Trust me kids you wouldn't want to eat that shit either.  Never again!!!  Lesson(s) to be learned:  Cheap is not always good and ALWAYS listen to your GUT!

Don't get caught by my poison pen!

DiDiOnTheStreet