Ugh, underwhelming food served to a captive audience.
I thought eating here would spare me the dregs of convention luncheon fare. What I got was convention luncheon fare, except I had to pay for it.
You probably cannot go wrong with the standard “burgers ‘n shit,” but steer well clear of the spaghetti and meatballs and the fruit plate. Don’t even *look* at the pseudo-Chinese food list on the back side of the menu. $11 for congee?? Come on.
Now, I didn’t order the spag and meatballs, that was a business partner. He’s a young guy and sometimes young guys aren’t too picky as long as they are full. But even he told me afterwards the food was really bad.
I got the fruit plate and it was exactly like convention fruit plates. Crunchy cantaloupe, browning bananas, tasteless strawberries. But there was no other place to go in the time we had to eat.
Finally, business partner thought the staff working there seemed a little lackluster. I said their eyes showed soul-crushing disappointment in the neverending tedium of serving cafeteria food as a profession to desperate gamblers and exhausted convention-goers. Maybe that is the same as lackluster, but I try to be creative.
Oh, and my water glass and silverware smelled like eggs.
Sao Paulo – at Rio