Arizonas Restaurant Atlanta FAIL

Arizona’s Restaurant Atlanta FAIL

Arizona’s Restaurant Stonecrest

There are several reasons why I hate eating out! Not so much that I hate eating out, but I find the higher the price the worse the experience is for me. Then I have a major issue with tipping (I’ll explain another time) Most of the time it’s some bullshit finger food, small ass portions, and by the time you leave the restaurant, you need to stop at Wendy’s or McDonald’s to fill your partial hunger.

But on that night, I got invited out for a meal and ended up at a spot called Arizona’s Restaurant. It was stupidly packed, the waiting list of over an hour, Bentley parked by the front door, first thought, “Here we go again, with the boujie bullshit”. But after one hour  and 30 minutes, finally got seated. This nice thick chocolicious server, hands me the menu and I said ok, prices not so boujie, so this must just be a frontin’ spot.  I order a sweet tea, aggressively refuse the lemon offer (damn consumer health reports on dirtiest things in restaurants…. thanks) then the Lamb-ribs and sweet potato hash browns, sat there shooting the shit, people watching .

Side thought: do ratchets thing Michael Kors brand, make them classy?

Anyway so the food arrives, I look at it and think hmmm nice presentation, the server lied, these portions are not big, I’m going to be hungry in 15 minutes, this is bullshit. So then something tells me, “Hey flip that lamb rib”

Now being a proud Bajan man who can “tun pot” (that means cooking) with the best of them, I know Lamb can be tricky to cook, and easily fucked up since it’s fatty, but this bunch ah bun up shit here, c’mon. There is no way a self-respecting chef, knowing he fucked up these ribs, decided I was going to plate them anyway, and maybe they won’t notice after I fling some spring onions on the top. This is just some back kitchen bastard, that just does not give a damn and does not even need to be working in the kitchen of Waffle House in the hood.

So the server who was cool, by the way, was a little busy, so another one was summoned to the table, and this dude was either new or clueless. he eventually got the manager, who was awesome. he took one look at the plate, said no problem I got you, let me take your plate, I was no like no, you leave the plate here, I still have my sweet potatoes to eat, and uh if you are sending out food like this, I am not sending my plate back to come back with “special sauce”. Anyway again the awesome manager got me some well-done lamb ribs, I ate and left, needless to say, I probably won’t eat at Arizona’s again. well maybe if I got a gift card or something… ehhhhhh yeah maybe.