It had been a beautiful day. The ocean breeze of Cabo San Lucas flooded the garden of our home. I was in the pool all day diving like a dolphin to the bottom of our sparkling pool under the warm blazing sun. My dad beckoned me for dinner.
"I don't want to leave the pool," I yelled at my dad.
"Please just do it for me," my dad replied. "My back hurts, and I can't stand much longer."
This comment made me feel guilty, and it washed over me like the ocean washing over the white sand sprawled in front of me. So, I said, "Okay." I left the pool, trudged upstairs to my room to take a shower, and put on dress clothes. On the car ride to the restaurant, I sat on my phone mad and silent while everyone else chatted. When we got to Edith's, the excruciating loud noise was unbearable. People were bumping into me, waiting for their table while we went straight into ours. The hostess took us to the private wine dining room, which was interesting to be in, but it was very cold. I was shivering.
I ordered the biggest steak on the menu because I was ravenous from the long day of swimming and golfing. My family claims that I could write a book about steaks around the world. I was so excited about my usual treat, so you can imagine my disappointment when 30 minutes went by full of waiting and no service. I looked around to see where our waiters were. He was nowhere to be found. My heart was racing. I needed food as soon as possible. If I didn't get any satisfactory bites soon, there was going to be a nuclear meltdown!
About an hour after ordering, the waiters said that our steaks would be right out, but it took another 30 minutes for the steaks to come. When the steaks came, I was so happy I started clapping. My stomach growled, I thought my blood sugar was going to drop to zero. But just to my luck, as I cut into the steak, I discovered that it was as rare and fresh off the farm as if it had been just shot. It was underdone, almost to the point where it was still raw. I sent it back. Waiting this long for such a lousy meal caused my frustrations to grow, and the pains of hunger grow exponentially.
At this point, I was not embarrassed at what came next. I started crying out of starvation, anger, and stress, my eyes bursting with tears. At last, the waiter returned with my appropriately prepared steak. "Finally," I thought to myself my long wait was over, but just to my luck, they burnt it so bad it seemed as if it was put in a foundry.
"Ughhh," I thought to myself, "this place sucks." I told myself, "I can prepare a steak better than this." After the third round of trying to get my steak cooked right, I gave up and said, "Let's leave." My parents didn't want to leave, so they gave me their steak, at least what was left of it, and I ate it disgruntledly.
After all this went down, we ordered bananas foster for dessert. It was so good, but it didn't make up for this miserable meal. If you order bananas foster from Edith's, they come and cook it in front of you. The waiter tried to make up for the failed steak incident by letting me help him make it. I seized the torch and watched the orange caramelize in front of me like in Ratatouille, it was amazing. On the drive back to our house, we ALL elected we would not go back there for at least a year. But it turns out we could not stay away. After a complex and stomach torturing meal, I learned that it's best to order steaks from a steak restaurant. read more