I've been eating at Los Compadres since the early 90's, before customer service became extinct. The last time I tried to eat here I called in an order to be picked up, and the young girl on the phone kept interrupting me and hung up before I was even done ordering. I didn't even bother going to pick up my food because I knew that it would be wrong. The time before that my meal was so overcooked I couldn't cut my cheese enchilada with a knife. It was like eating dried glue reheated in a microwave. The only flavor I tasted was grease. What happened?
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