We went to this place early for breakfast two times and loved the food both times. Each time we had the place to ourselves, perhaps because we arrived right at 8. The second time the staff was having their breakfast and we asked for some ice (hielo), and we overheard a member of the staff, a teenage girl, say "maricons," the Spanish equivalent of "faggots," followed by a round of hearty laughter. We finished our breakfast, a bit out of sorts in this "city of peace." Before paying the bill, I told our waiter what we'd heard, and he acted surprised, apologized, etc., but it ruined this restaurant for us.