La Super Quesadilla Restaurant — Restaurant in Springdale

My husband and I came here around 8:50 pm on 4/26. My husband is from Mexico, and asked the waitress in perfect Spanish for a recommendation. The waitress pointed at every single main food item on every page- written in bold letters (burrito, quesadilla, taco, Gordita) and just read it off to him. We asked for a little more time to order, but the waitress walked away for maybe a minute, turned around and came right back to take the order. I asked if the agua Fresca was natural, home made, or was from a machine- my husband translated for me. She told my husband she didn’t know because she doesn’t make the water. We ordered three plates, and a large agua Fresca. We only received the agua Fresca from a machine, and a water- both in to-go cups. The water tasted like it just came from the sink. After we ordered our food, a new customer came and sat close to us and ordered. He laughed with the waitress. She obviously liked him, and he got his food right away. Then after a while there was a table for 5, the waitress smiled and was cordial with the family, and they received their meals accordingly. We had sat there for a long time, and I told my husband that we were not getting our food, and the waitress did not like me. He called the waitress over to our table to ask about our order. She told him she forgot what we ordered. There were only two other tables within the hour and she forgot what we ordered? How did she not notice that all the customers were getting their food and not us? I asked my husband if we could leave, and he just pay for the Agua Fresca. We went to the counter and the owner told us that he had already made our food to go. We didn’t see our food in containers sitting anywhere. Also why wouldn’t we have received the food to go before others got their orders in house- plus we were there 50 minutes. We obviously were there to stay and eat. My husband was told he didn’t not have to pay for the $3 drink. I could care less about leaving without food, I mean especially if it was a mistake- but this was intentional. I’ve never had a waitress treat me like that before. I can only imagine why she treated us that way- we were kind to her and my husband is a very polite person. My husband was so upset he requested I write a review with...

Save your money and stomach from food poisoning and don't come here. Come here every now and then but today on 6/27 I had the worst experience here. I was in the mood for beans and asked extra on my torta and my mom's chicken dinner had a side of beans. Food came out and my mom had me try her beans because she thought they tasted odd. I tried them and immediately spat them out in a napkin because they were spoiled/expired. The server was called over and we asked if the beans were recently made because of the taste. The server went to the back to ask and assured us that they were good and recently made and when asked to try the beans from the plate she did so and said she didn't taste anything wrong with them. But she did it with a disgusted look on her face while tasting it. I had her take back the torta altogether while my mom's plate was taken back and substituted the beans for rice. The tortillas that it came with originally were missing so my mom tried to get her attention several times while the server pretended not to hear her; eventually my mom had to practically yell to get her attention because the server was too busy talking to her coworkers. When she finally came and was asked if they could bring her tortillas that they forgot to bring back the server started to look around the table as if we hid them and lied about it. My wife didn't eat most of her chicken quesadilla because it was bad and my kids couldn't eat their meals either I even tried their meals and ended up throwing it up soon after. Kids now have diarrhea. To make matters even worse while going to the restroom my wife saw the tacobell cans of beans they used in the food. How can a "Mexican restaurant" mess up beans that come in a can!!! Their carne asada was reheated several...

I stumbled into La Super Quesadilla with a terrible hangover and a desperate need for nourishment. My blood sugar was low enough that my trembling hands could barely pull open the door. Tears welled up and threatened to spill down my cheeks as I pleaded my case to the woman working the counter. I ordered a chorizo and huevos breakfast burrito, and upon receiving my to-go order I asked to buy some orange juice as well. This heavenly saint of a woman offered to squeeze fresh juice from the shipment of oranges they had just received. I choked back a sob as an indescribable emotion washed over me, and all I could manage to spit out was a measly, “yes.” This cup of orange juice single-handedly brought me back from the brink of death. The breakfast burrito gave me strength that only a god could bestow upon a mortal. My hangover was cured, and I worked my 8 hour shift like I hadn’t chugged rum straight from the Devil’s hands the night before. I’m here to say that angels are real and they work at La Super Quesadilla. Also, shout out to whoever was working behind the counter and whoever made my burrito. You saved my life and I will forever be...