Because I was on first light standby, I got to the breakfast counter as soon as it opened. I counted four employees, and two customers, and another couple of customers arriving before I left this splendid eatery. The cashier took my order and my money, then told my order to the prep people who slumped only a couple of feet away from her. I waited. And waited.
The alleged biscuit on my breakfast sandwich was probably yesterday's version of a croissant, Soggy, flat, gooey. Yuk. While I was examining this mess, the prep employee told the poor Eastern European guy who was struggling with English that "there ain't no bar-ree-toes wadja want?" yikes. Even repeating it wasn't going to help the visitor (or me) to understand that advice. The visitor was a lot more nimble than I would have been in his position. He glanced up at the menu board and defaulted to another combo number. Doubt he even knew what would be handed to him. What I doubted even more was the situation. A cashier at the start of business doesn't know that there are menu items missing from the kitchen. Then she continues to take money from arriving customers for the missing "Bar-ree-toes."
I just don't have much of an appetite for that kind of weirdness at any time of day.