Brutal Breaky.....
so I finally went with some friends to Randall's today for a noon breakfast. We walked in to be greeted and handed a menu in English. We were one of three, or four guests in the entire place. The place was simple, with nothing particularly interesting about it except bright coloured walls and not so comfortable chairs.
The sweet Colombian waitress kept talking to us in English, even though we were two fluent expats and a local trying our best to know which language to converse in. We proceeded to order, excited about our "not-so-easy-to find" north american style menu.
Time check for the order: 1205. Time food arrived 1255.
The order: an omelet with bacon side, Pancakes and a BLT (for the local).
The smiling waitress was personable and continued to offer us more of the bottomless ice-tea, coke and coffee, but no one came to say there was anything strange about the almost hour wait. By this time there were no other patrons left inside...so it was not as if the kitchen was "slammed".
The food finally arrives. we are slightly irritated, but taking it all in stride as the payoff of a hearty breakfast was still to come. Right?
Sadly, no.
The pancakes were uncooked. I mean "batter, batter batter." my friend ate the cooked edges, covered them in the maple syrup and focused on the fruit salad which came with it.
The omelette was completely uneventful, but the bacon was decent enough.
The BLT was so tiny, we each took turns checking to verify if indeed it contained any of the three crucial ingredients.
The only lifesaver was a side order of fries.
Not sure i would go back. It had the feel of going to a really lame party at a nice guy's house. You could see they were trying, but if the idea was to specialize and go for a niche market, they just missed the mark and failed to deliver. The total price for this misadventure was 197 pesos.