When the waiter came to take our order, after 12 minutes in the restaurant, I asked what kind of cheese they used in the enchiladas. He told me they used Chihuahua cheese. I told him good, that was what I wanted.



When the food came, about 23 minutes later, the cheese was processed cheese. I told him that wasn't what I wanted. He said they had no other kind of cheese, so I didn't order anything else.



When we went to check out and the cashier asked how everything was, I told her. She copped an attitude and threw my receipt at me. She never apologized for the misunderstanding.