Delivery Disasters: A Cautionary Tale for All
On a dark and stormy night, in a far away land called New York, a young graduate student crashing on the couch of a friend desired some dinner. Her hostess had plans for the evening, and so the young student was left to fare for herself. Since the land of New York was fabled for having absolutely everything available for delivery, the student did what anybody else at that time would have done. She did a Google search. In her search she came across a Mexican restaurant called La Hacienda on East 116th Street, a mere twenty-five blocks from the apartment where she was resting her head. The single-paragraph blurbs by critics at nymag.com and timeout.com raved about La Hacienda's pumpkin seed quesadillas and authentic Mexican salsa. And, best of all, the minimum price for delivery was only $10. For our poor, struggling student, this sounded just right. Hungry as she was, she obediently handed over her address, cross-streets and directions, her phone number, and placed an order for th...