I was sitting home thinking about what I wanted to make for dinner and Costa vida was at the forefront of my mind, and as it is nearly an hour drive for me I must have been more desperate than a returning sailor to get screwed tonight. Well as the drive was pleasant, felt like I was in for a treat, short line was even a plus, Well when asked what I wanted, I replied with my usual choice, Steak Burrito, and the immediate response was - were out. I replied with out of steak, or burritos? After a long awkward silence, where apparently jokes go way over heads, I replied with sweet pork then, and rice and beans, they also were out of rice.... Rice! Literally the most grown crop world wide every year and they are out.... While waiting for my shell to be made, (ok points for fresh tortillas here) I begin to notice the old dry cheese, beans, meat and what looks like roadkill after the 3rd car strike is smeared across the counter. now mind you, my food was in the container so I wasn't that fussed as long as it didn't fall into the slime on the counter. Well as they go through the motions 3 people behind me order steak as well, which makes you wonder, if it is so popular, why would you let yourself run out? Well, anyway I get my food, pay and proceed to the dining area where it was literally like playing musical chairs while I and the family in front of me went chair to chair and table to table looking for a spot to eat that didn't look like some family with a set of 2 year old quintuplets sat there and had zero control over their hell babies, now, don't get me wrong I like kids but it looked like someone had a food fight in this place. Now, not sure why one of the 11 people working was unable to wipe down tables today (maybe the counter and table wiper was off today?) but with so many employees standing around getting in the way of those that were actually working, maybe they had to get extra help from a staffing service today, no judgement, just saying it as I see it. Well after beginning to "enjoy" my dried out food in a fresh shell I realize I was eating chicken and not the pork I ordered. Ok fine, it's old, chewy and dry but at this point whatever. Well I'm sitting there right, and one of the male employees decides to walk through the dining room, doing his best impression of a crop duster, releasing flatulence with every step and not the silent kind, I immediately make my way to just leave at this point, and As I go, the other couple takes heed and races for the door too. Well I took my tray to the garage but as it was over flowing to the floor, ( the trash guy must be on vacation too) I placed it on the table and bolted for my car..... read more