I didn't order the Chewy Chonga!
Ok, so I stroll up to Chuy's in my cool Austinite ride after a long day of telling hot chicks to keep their hands off my beautiful car. (I hate oily finger prints on my waxed 7 layer, laquer paint job on my 74' Pantera) I order one of my favorite comfort food dishes, 'The Chimichonga""! I've had it a hundred times, a hundred ways and I know when a Chimi is done to perfection! After ordering the waitress finally brings me my order but at 10 feet from the table I could see trouble approaching. My heart sank, my stomach turned. My Chimi was all brown from over cooking. It reminded me of a big ape turd I had seen in a zoo once as a child and it scared the hell outa me! This was like a bad flash back for sure. The waitress left and I hesitantly cut into the thing. It made a sound I've never heard before! It was hard and it crunched like no Chimi should ever crunch. The ends are usually a little harder because of the thickness but shouldn't be brick hard. She came back later and asked if everything was ok and I told her no, everything was not ok. I told her my Chimichanga was way over cooked and she looked at me and said, ""OMG, That's over cooked!"" That's when the ugly truth sunk in. If I'm not a chef and I know what a good chimichanga should look like, and the waitress knows also, then why did the one person who should definitely know, (THE CHEF), send out a burned chimichanga and why didn't the waitress who knew it was over cooked bring it to me instead of tell them it's not fit for consumption, unless you're a dog. Well, that did it for me. You pay good money and they knowingly bring you pooh. Brown, crunchy, ape pooh. As if they're hurting for money, please.