My server ambled up to the table as if she were a casual aquantance meeting my dinner companion and me for drinks on her time. I looked over in surprise and greeted her “hello” she replied “do you know what you want to drink?” I knew right from the start the service and impending meal was going to break my heart. She returned with drinks and sighed “do you know what you want to eat?” We told her our order, it fell on deaf ears, my soft tacos were hard tacos, maybe she was trying to tell me something about my decision making skills? Perhaps I was not cool enough to have soft tacos maybe I just hadn’t earned it yet, maybe? Not only were my soft tacos hard but so were my side of $3.50 beans and rice. There were some other issues with happy hour logistics, and dip prices omitted from the menu but I’ll spare you the semantics. I wanted to say something but my meal mate stopped me from expressing my displeasure to the proper authority, hence this note of concern. This dinner disaster went down a week ago which is why i can recall it now with such cool candor as i am seven days removed for the situation. I made a decision to not return to Holy Beans again ever in the future unless i suddenly find myself with an odd desire to be epicuriously abused while eating culturally co-opted food stuff from some kind of a walt disney meets john waters faux baltimore theme neighborhood tourist stop. I think Holy Beans should work on some basic customer service skills for their servers. We are in economic straights right now and I’m not paying for shitty service. If I want to go eat somewhere where the food sucks and the server treats me like an asshole I’ll eat at my grandmothers house…for free.