Let me ask a question:
How come some people go to Qdoba and all of a sudden think they are boss of the restaurant?
I get behind this guy the other day, and he should be very embarrassed to be the way he is. “Very light rice. VERY light rice.” The lady puts on, I don’t know, about a quarter of the rice, and the guy looks disappointed, like it’s too much. Fuck you! Just say no rice. Why do you need five grains of rice, what’s the point of that? And then the asshole gets steak, and then says, “More steak. I like lots of steak on there.” Yeah, no shit. Who orders very little steak? Oh wait, maybe the same asshole who orders just a little rice, but still some. Then, in the middle of the girl asking, “What kind of sals-” “Corn.” He just busts into the middle of someone else talking to make a command. AND THEN he asks for queso. You motherfucker, these things are in order on the table for a reason. Your burrito should not be sliding back and forth on that bar like the kid forwarding and reversing on the Crocodile Mile commercial.
Listen, if you have to make that many alterations to the food, you don’t like the food. Just go somewhere else. I would love to go to McDonald’s and ask for bacon and for them to cook a much thicker patty that I brought in, but that’s just not in the cards.
It’s fucking annoying, and you look like an idiot.
Oh, and then, after you get your shit and decide to wait for your wife and kid to show up, don’t go to the downstairs part that’s like a thin hallway with two-person tables on each side. This is for lonely singles to listen to their iPods and think about my life, not for your dumb family to sit in. Didn’t you think that maybe there was a reason that these tables were set with only two chairs, especially when you were sitting on the outside, effectively blocking the entire aisle? What the fuck? Do you go to the movies and just lounge on your side on the fucking stairs? Or, when you go to a coffee shop do you just lay out a bedspread and lay on your stomach, kicking your legs in the air while you talk to your best friend on the phone and twirl the cord around your finger?
What I’m really asking here is, Could you please just go to a different Qdoba. There are many good ones to choose from. I hear the one in your ass is nice, but barring that, 11th Ave. is also fine.