While traveling back to the homestead for the holidays, I had a short (or so i thought) layover in Missouri. Little did I know that there was a huge snow storm passing through delaying all the flights like an asshole. Not surprising, my flight was delayed for awhile so I had a little time get some much needed food.
I somehow stumbled upon a little restaurant (the only restaurant) in the terminal and fortunately they were open. It was called Pork & Pickle so I was already interested in what they had to offer. I was really craving a beer but I didn’t like any of their selection. Plus, they were all $8+ for a draft beer. We are in Kansas City, MO. Please. I opted for the water instead.
I sat myself at the bar next to the expediting station and upon sitting down I immediately regretted my decision. I could see the entire kitchen and I did not like what I saw. But because I was starving after my flight, I ordered the only thing that sounded appetizing on the menu – The Pork & Pickle. I figured this was a safe bet and a popular dish because it shared the same name as the restaurant and had a little finger pointing to it. It had to be good right?
In theory this would have been good but you have to remember that this is Kansas City, MO…in an airport terminal, in the middle of a snow storm, late at night.
I watched as the cooks prepared my dish. Scoops of pork that was most likely sitting around since that morning were haphazardly tossed onto cold slider buns and garnished with a side of soggy fries. And because I was sitting right next to the expediting station, I watched for 10 minutes as my food went cold before the server noticed it and pushed it my way. Fantastic. The saddest part is that I ate the entire thing. I’m 99% sure I will pay dearly for this.
The most interesting/sickening part was that I got to watch how everyone else’s food was prepared while I ate. Most of the BBQ at this restaurant was taken out of warming trays and thrown directly onto a plate and covered in sauce. Excellent.