Alex
Google
If you’re ever stuck at the airport and feel like punishing yourself before a flight, Piattino is here to make that dream a reality.
Let’s talk about the pizza first. Imagine a chef who took “wood-fired” a little too seriously—our pizza arrived with a beautifully charred crust, so expertly burned that they thoughtfully pre-cut off the worst parts. How kind! The flavor? Oh, it simply wasn’t there. Bland, uninspired, and somehow managing to taste like nothing. A true feat of culinary emptiness.
Now, let’s move on to service. Asked for water for my kid—never got it. Asked for silverware for three people—apparently, Piattino believes in a hands-on dining experience. Ordered a Stella, and what arrived was a flat, lifeless drink, much like the enthusiasm of the staff.
But here’s the best part: A quick scroll through Google reviews shows years of confidently bad ratings, with management copy-pasting the same robotic “We will address this” response. And yet, here we are, still experiencing the same legendary incompetence.
If you’re ever stuck at the airport and feel like punishing yourself before a flight, Piattino is here to make that dream a reality.
Let’s talk about the pizza first. Imagine a chef who took “wood-fired” a little too seriously—our pizza arrived with a beautifully charred crust, so expertly burned that they thoughtfully pre-cut off the worst parts. How kind! The flavor? Oh, it simply wasn’t there. Bland, uninspired, and somehow managing to taste like nothing. A true feat of culinary emptiness. And the best part? No basil. Despite other diners getting basil on their Margherita pizzas (as confirmed by both nearby tables and past reviews), ours arrived as a sauce-and-cheese-only special. Maybe basil is an exclusive ingredient here.
Now, let’s move on to service. Asked for water for my kid—never got it. Asked for silverware for three people—apparently, Piattino believes in a hands-on dining experience. Oh, and plates? Not a single one. No sharing plates, no personal plates, just vibes and napkins. Ordered a Stella, and what arrived was a flat, lifeless drink, much like the enthusiasm of the staff.
But here’s the best part: A quick scroll through Google reviews shows years of confidently bad ratings, with management copy-pasting the same robotic “We will address this” response. And yet, here we are, still experiencing the same legendary incompetence.
Final thoughts? If you enjoy flavorless food, nonexistent service, and the thrill of wondering just how bad an airport restaurant can get, Piattino is the place for you. Otherwise, do yourself a favor—hit up the vending machine. It’ll be a better meal, and at least you won’t have to beg for a plate.