Coyote Rojo #4 — Restaurant in Florida

I'm writing a brief short story, giving readers a quick on the go review. After that, I'll venture into my more familiar realm, playing with words, for a muy beuno melt-in-your-mouth tour de rojo!

Coyote Rojo deserves to be THE official Mexican restaurant of Hernando County! Coyote Rojo's salsa is Bang Bang Salsa! Plenty of fresh cilantro and onions! Coyote Rojo Guacamole is absolutely THE best I've ever enjoyed! From anywhere! Their Chimichanga is perfect! Crispy & full of flavor. Gimme a Chimi! The refried beans are more fun than mashed potatoes! And tastier! Prices are very reasonable, even on adult beverages! Fiesta time! Coyote Rojo is impeccably clean, including the rest rooms. Timing was perfect! Our meals arrived just as I salsa'd our last chip! Service is fast and friendly. End of short story!

Now, if you're still here, wanting more, here we go!

As usual, I was accompanied by my Sultry Senorita. Fate brought us to Coyote Rojo for this first time on a fine Fall afternoon. Actually, we had stopped at one of our favorite non-Mexican eateries first. They were having problems beyond their control and couldn't offer most of their menu items. No problem. We wished them well. See ya next time!

Probably the best detour ever, as we launched our GPS(Girl Picks Second). Fab One suggested we try this new Mexican place, Coyote Rojo. She knows how much I LOVE great Mexican food! I was whipping into the left turn lane faster than a vaquero wrangling a steer!

With gentlemanly pull, brassy handled door held wide, I followed mi amor inside. It was just after 2, quiet and cool. A voice from behind the bar heartily welcomed us. The manager, Pedro, was the man who had greeted us. He would now lead us and assist us in this Mexi quest.

Perusing the menu, patchwork paint pulled me away. Vivid images in bright orange, yellows and earthy hues over hand-carved wooden creations. On booths, tables and chairs. Color. Everywhere.

My time-worn tests in any Mexi-food quest? Salsa, Guacamole, Chimichanga. In that order. If you get the first one right, you have my attention. Get the guac right, too, it's game on... And finally, Señor Chimichanga. If you're now rounding third base and plate a perfect deep fried burrito with plenty of packed scrumptious punch, my experimental eating experience ends in OHHHHHH-vertime! Many have entered, few have won.

Coyote Rojo got A+++ on ALL three tests! They passed those tests with flying high definition hand-painted colors! I just had to keep telling Pedro! Not that he couldn't sorta tell by the way I was darn near licking my plate clean! Fab One was poking me, as Pedro's beaming smile presented proof positive of his pleasure. No mere uttered praise here could compare.

While I'm delighting in my dining decisions, the Southern Songstress at my side is daintily dabbing at her Pollo Con Queso. With light puffs of pulmonary pronunciation, lips poised at my ear, her vote was clear. "I'm really pleased" is what I hear.

Funny how much information can exchange brains in a brief bracket of time. Strangers are those whose name you don't know. Good things await those who open new doors.

Finding Gracias painted on exit wall, in any language You're Welcome is the proper last call...

This Mexican oasis is not far from 19, just East on Spring Hill Drive. Just look for the newly planted palm trees, waving in the breeze. Feel free to tell them Juan and...

Last night my father, my mother, my niece, my sister in law and I came to eat here. We were seated and greeted by our server, Pedro. After receiving our chips and salsa it took 20 min for our server to come back and take our order. We also had a horrible time getting more chips and salsa. We need ordered 3 steak fajitas to eat there and one to go for my brother. We would ask our server as he was walking by, ignoring us, for more and it would never come. He would come check on us one more time before our food would come an hour and 20 minutes after we sat at our table. By this point my mom had to leave and my brother showed up. My brother took my moms food, expecting the to go order to show up at a later time. After the food came we never saw the server unless we tracked him down. My sister in law ordered a Queso dip and when brought out he brings tortillas with it. She asks for chips and he says it doesn’t come with it and she would have to pay. Half way through the food, we still have not received to go order we ordered. I asked the server if we could speak with the manager and he mumbled something under his breath. I asked again and he said he was busy. I asked a third time and he said I couldn’t speak with the manager and Pedro stormed off. I went searching for the manager myself and found him. When I was speaking with him Pedro came up and started mocking me and back talking the manager. The manager asks him to leave and he doesn’t. I then ask him to leave because I don’t want to speak with the server at the moment. At this moment he says there’s no reason to speak to him this way and said we could settle this out in the parking lot. The manager did little to calm down the situation other than saying he would handle it. I go sit down and wait another 10 min and no one comes to let us know what’s going on. I have to go search for the manager AGAIN and he says the food is free. I tell him we still haven’t received my to go order and the manager says we never ordered it. I then tell him I don’t care if we pay I just want my mothers food. We end up having to pay for that in the front then leaving. Absolutely horrible service and management. We come to this place every time I visit my parents here in Spring Hill. Will not...

Hubby and I have been going to this restaurant for the 3 years it has been opened and yesterday, we had a terrible experience. My husband and I stopped in for lunch and I wasn't too hungry so we ordered the specials with rice/beans and pick 4 items, ie. tacos, flautas, etc. He wanted steak street tacos and I wanted a chicken flauta. Server brought food to the table and flauta was covered in cheese, I mentioned I can't eat cheese and she totally ignored me and walked away leaving flauta. I ate the rice and beans despite the rice being overcooked. A young lady, serving the chips and salsa, came over at the middle of the meal to ask if she could clear some plates. She asked me if I liked the flauta, I hadn't eaten it. I told her what happened and she said she would take the flauta off. The server then comes over with our bill and says, "next time order it without cheese". I mentioned to her that I, too, had been a server and I would have take that flauta back immediately. She then says, "you want the cook to kill me". My husband then said to her, "so she has to eat what she doesn't like". Incredible.....I thought the customer was always right. At least, when I served, it was. The host apologized and was surprised at what happened. We may go back, we haven't decided yet. And don't have the older red...