Its the NEX Food Court. The place is exclusive, that is, it's not exactly open to the public. This is one of the problems with not only FireHouse, but the rest of the eateries inside the NEX - There is not a lot of choices in this area and they have a captive audience.
Little has changed in the last 10 years. The Food Court employees are indeed friendlier than they used to be, but this is because they used to be downright nasty to the Sailors and Sailor families that frequent the place. I get it, it's a high stress job, at lunch time anyway -- No other choices, captive audience.
Back to FireHouse, went there with a colleague who needed to buy something at the NEX, and decided to get some sandwiches on the way out. Were there right after the lunch crowd so it seems the "associates" were decompressing from a large post-payday crowd. The cashier was trying to eat his lunch and was talking so fast that we couldn't understand him. I asked for no mayo or mustard.
They steam the sandwiches here, I don't get it, and I don't really like it. I guess the steaming moistens the bread, hydrates the meat, and softens/melts the cheese. So after ordering, we waited quite awhile for the sandwich artistes to steam and construct our sandwiches.
Problem is, and I can understand, these guys were in some sort of euphoric state after probably making it through a hectic lunch crowd. They were really nice, mind you, and even talked to us to ensure our orders were right. I don't think they were really listening though, they've got that ruse down. Plus it was a little awkward that all work would FULL-STOP when an attractive female would walk through the court/past the restaurant, and 2 out of the 3 guys would point, peer over the "kitchen"-dining area divider and switch between talking loudly so the girl could hear them, and whispering to each other while ogling the girl.
This behavior made the sandwich making process slow way down and they would totally screw up the order. When I finally got my sandwich, my colleague was half done with his. Opened the wrapper and it was slathered with mayo. Took it back, cashier apologized for talking too fast while he was taking the order, and asked the sandwich-steamers to make another - no mayo/no mustard.
Same scenario -- nice guys confirmed at least three times, no mayo/no mustard; see girl, point, murmur, yell, stop working, ogle; then wander around, remember to make sandwich, ask again about no mayo/no mustard, give me sandwich.
Back to the dining area, colleague is finished with his meal and playing with his phone. Open wrapper, sandwich is slathered with mustard.
I went back to the munching cashier and asked for my money back. The supervisor came out and asked for my receipt. She wasn't mean or anything, probably just going through the process. Gave me my money back and I went to the grocery store and bought an apple. read more