My daughter told me she had the Arepas here before and they were good, and she wanted me to try them. We’re still going through the Coronavirus apocalypse, so every restaurant that is open only has pickup or delivery.
That being said, we left my house, which is quite a ways off. Across the Mississippi River in fact, on the Westbank of New Orleans. BEFORE we left, my daughter started calling to place our order. No answer. She called continuously on the ride there never getting an answer. She asked what we should do? I said let’s pass by and see if they are indeed open. She knew they were because they posted their menu for the day and phone number on Instagram earlier.
We stop by and they are indeed open. A guy comes to the door to give a couple waiting their order. He asked us for our name for our order. I told him we had been trying to call for 20 minutes and not getting an answer. He explained the phones were busy. We understood that, so we asked him if we could just tell him what we wanted.
Now picture this. While this conversation is going on he’s standing in the doorway, and we’re standing about 10 feet away from him, and he’s having no problem at all holding a leisurely conversation with us.
He advises us he can’t take our order in person. Only over the phone, and asked if we want to see a menu. We told him no, again, we’ve been trying to order for over 20 minutes. We only want THREE THINGS, and we know what they are. May we please tell you? He says sorry. No can do.
We say sorry too. We won’t be back.