An Open Letter to El Mariachi

Dear El Mariachi Mexican Restaurant on Broadway and Irving Park,

Every time I eat at your restaurant, I get fucked. For some reason, something in my order gets messed up, or it doesn't get put in at all, or the omlette station breaks if I am the last one to go up there. I have been boycotting going to your restaurant at all, but some people insist on trying it again. And we go back, and I sit there eating more chips and salsa while everyone else eats their meals, until someone brings out my food fifteen minutes later.

Don't get me wrong, the food is good. But I am consistently punished servicewise. I do not think I have ever had a positive experience there. You cannot win me over with those doughnut things with honey. I will not give in.

I am never going back to you again, regardless of your Vegetarian Skillet.

Ole,

Melissa Kate Elaine Evans