El Cantero Taqueria

I went to this establishment on a friday night with my girlfriend after a long workweek. I ordered the food to go and was hoping for no messups etc. Boy was I wrong
The horrible experience started with the cashier overcharging my girlfriend. My girlfriend ordered a «chicken burrito» and we were by default charged for a «super sized burrito». After telling the cashier the mistake, she instead argued with us, pointing out that we hadn’t said to her that we didn’t want a «super burrito». God forbid! I didn’t know that we had to specify something we didn’t want!
I said, «screw it and lets move on». I ordered fajitias and was on my way home. Well, I didn’t receive my tortillas, and I also didn’t want any cheese on my beans, which they screwed up as well. I wanted the sour cream and guacamole on the side, and it was lathered all over the «to go» styrofoam box.
This is where it gets even more interesting. I requested my money back and the incompetent cashier stated that she could not do that. I told her that I didn’t get what I ordered and simply wanted my credit card transaction back and she refused. I then asked her a simple question. I said, «what would happen if my tab was 10 dollars but lets say you accidently typed in an extra „zero“ and it came out to 100 dollars?». «by your skewed guidlines, I would be stuck with a 100 dollar transaction for a burrito and chips». she had a «deer in the headlights» look.
The service was just horrible, bottom line. The fajititas weren’t hot. The meat wasn’t even cut like a standard fajita. It’s almost as if they just got a huge piece of steak and cut it into «3s».
Never go to this place. If you get the girl cashier, cross your fingers b/​c if she screws up your transaction, she’ll refuse a refund.

I was lured in by a white man bouncing a sign for taqueria… Funny little place carved out from the side of a liqueur store… And by carved I mean they built a 4 feet wide wall through the middle of the store, plopped a kitchen and some tables and called it a restaurant. I suppose it works well it you need to get a burrito, a lotto ticket, some ghetto porn and a bottle of Old E in the same move. They do have Mexican coke in the fridge and telemundo on high def hanging on the wall.
***My burrito — a tale of sin and punishment***
hmmm… pretty warm and gooey. Okay. Not great, but okay
more salty than flavorful.
not sure if I like this too much
this is a bad idea, why the hell don’t I just stop it?
it ends here… no more… mommy no more. Shit canning this one.
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Oh, but if only it ended there. Sometimes we pay for our sins all at once and sometimes they cling to us, nestled in our insides, burning and tormenting us, reminding us that what we did was wrong. Swallow deep, push it down, but the pain rises back up. I can barely eat, sleep, talk. Pills I need pills… pills I eat pills…
Awake the next day I am swearing off burritos forever. But we both know thats not true, just true for now.