Arturo R.
Yelp
1 Star - This Portillo's Destroyed My Night, My Mood, and My Faith in Humanity
I don't even know how to put this into words without screaming, but I'll try: this was the most infuriating, disrespectful, soul-sucking restaurant experience I've ever had in my entire life.
I walked into Portillo's expecting food. That's it. Not a miracle. Not a five-star chef experience. Just a hot meal. Instead, what I got was a 40+ minute descent into hell -- and I was THE. ONLY. CUSTOMER.
How do you mess that up? HOW? What were you doing? Were you actively trying to set a world record for how little you could care about your job? Because if so -- congratulations. Mission accomplished.
When the food finally crawled its way out of the kitchen like it was ashamed of itself, it was cold. COLD. As in, "you could've just handed me a fridge and I would've had a better meal." Cold fries, cold sandwich, cold soul. I waited 40 minutes for food that tasted like punishment.
And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, you turned off the lights. THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE CLOSING. Not just dimmed them -- straight-up flicked them off like I was some kind of pest. Sitting there in the dark, eating your disappointment of a meal, I realized something: you people don't give a single damn about your customers. Not one.
I hope someone in corporate reads this and FEELS the fury radiating off every word, because the people running this location are a disgrace. Fire every single person who was working that shift. Clean house. Burn it to the ground and rebuild it from the ashes. Because this team? They don't care. At all. They're collecting paychecks and disrespecting every single person who walks through the door.
Tonight was supposed to be a quick bite. Instead, it was an hour of my life I'll never get back, served cold, in the dark, by people who treated me like garbage.
Never again. Not this location. Not ever. You didn't just ruin my night -- you ruined Portillo's for me. Forever.