Time Is Of The Essence
I was catching a flight to Iceland with my family. We stopped to grab some food at Durgin-Park in Logan Airport, not because we thought it would be good, but because we thought it would be fast. It’s an airport restaurant, right? 30 minutes after we sat down, our drink order was taken. My glass had someone else’s lip gloss on it.
20 minutes later, our food order was taken. We were already cutting it close at this point, so we asked them to bring the check right away. Another 30 to 40 minutes later, our flight is boarding, and we still have no food. By this point, we call over the manager, who says, “Sorry, we would have given it to you for free, but you already paid.”
We got the food right about at the final boarding call. It was cold and congealed, so we ended up throwing it out. To be fair, our server was trying her hardest, but that was the worst-run restaurant I had ever seen. Each server was assigned to like, 15 or more tables, and they can’t have had more than one cook back there judging by the food.