God awful 6 hour airport layover. Way to end a trip to a place I’m not fond of to begin with.
Our saving grace of disgusto captive audience corporate poo-food, a pizza from Wolfgang Puck
Well, I had an excruciating three hours layover at LAX before I could catch my 25 minute flight back to Santa Barbara and the LA Roadhouse was where I opted to spend my extended lunch.
Service came from people with their souls slowly extracted from their bodies. I wish the short campy dude was my waiter. He seemed bitchy, but that spunkiness indicated a slight spark of life.
The food also came out so slowly I actually started talking to the guy sitting at the table next to me who seemed equally disagreeable and we ended up having a fun and interesting conversation. For this piece of coincidence, the Roadhouse gets an extra star.
I ordered the smoked turkey panini. Sorry, they were out of the turkey panini. It was 12:05 lunchtime, how did they already run out. The guy next to me was equally upset because they were out of iced tea! How is that possible? Here’s what to do when you run out of iced tea:
It’s not complicated and they certainly had time to make tea and add ice since our food took 30 minutes to arrive.
So, I grudgingly ordered a burger. “Cheese?” asks the waitress and I say no, and please also no onions. “So nothing on it?” says the waitress and I say I guess so.
She delivers a burger with nothing on it. Like, nothing but a burger patty between the bun. It was dry and miserable.
The man next to me left after barely eating his food because he had a plane to catch. I really hope he made it. A new guy sat down next to me.
After a few minutes of leaving him alone, so he can start getting that nagging suspicion himself that he’s not going to receive food anytime soon, I feel obligated to tell him I hope he’s prepared to wait a while.
My good deed is done for the day.
LA Roadhouse – Route 66