dulles airport blows

I hate Dulles airport. Usually I hate it because flights never seem to leave there on time. But today it was for a different reason.

On our way from Fort Lauderdale to Dulles for our changeover to our Boston flight, I was thinking how nice it would be to have a proper breakfast of eggs, bacon or sausage, and maybe a biscuit. Since we had almost two hours between flights, I was confident we would be able to accomplish our breakfast mission. Steven agreed that this plan sounded good.

When our flight landed at Dulles, we set off in search of our yummy meal. Sadly, there were only a couple of places that sounded like they would serve what we wanted. It's pretty easy to eliminate Sabarro's and Peking China from the list. We were left with one place, a pub.

When we arrived at the pub, the sign told us to wait for the host for a seat. Ten minutes later, we were seated. When the waiter came over, he told us that he wouldn't be able to deliver our order for 35 minutes. We said that was OK and asked him if we could place our order (to be delivered in 35 minutes). He told us that the kitchen was out of "supplies" and they couldn't make most menu items for a while. At this point, after waiting so long to be seated and then being told that we couldn't have any food (by this point I was practically salivating at the prospect of this breakfast), I stormed out of the restaurant, a scowl on my face with Steven in tow.

By this point I was crabby. Dulles has struck again. We settled on the only other place that served some form of eggs. It was a Mexican-esqe restaurant and I was able to have my egg breakfast, albeit with chorizo and a tortilla, but it did the trick. Sort of.

Damn you, Dulles!