Revolucion

While waiting for our flight, this place was a quick and easy spot for food. I typically wouldn’t review an airport restaurant, but the attention and care this crew had for us and our order was above expectations. I had a few people check on me, and it seemed like they were working hard to get our meals to us quick…but we weren’t in a rush, so it was a nice feeling to know they cared. I didn’t get any names, but there was a dude with glasses who helped me with the takeout QR, a gal who was cleaning tables that checked on us, a slender gal with braids that was friendly, and a kitchen fella with big curly hair red shirt who was super on point with our order, not only checking in on us, but also bringing everything we needed like napkins etc. Big thx to this crew! Nice work :)

When I needed a “less” noisy place to eat at JFK during a layover, this Mexican joint seemed like the only respite. Terminal 5 is a high decibel cacophony for some reason, and I had to truck down towards gates 512 through 516 to find some peace.

That said, there’s nothing revolutionary about Revolución. Por que? The pork tacos. They’re exactly what you might expect from airport fare: wooden, uninspired, and lacking in the spice department.

But the pathetic scoop of undercooked yellow rice and cold black bean paste? Que lástima mi amigo. The place has a nice atmosphere, so I was hoping the food might live up to the decor.

Look, it’s the aeropuerto, so beggars can’t be choosers. Everything’s bad, so you look for the least bad option. On a positive note, the draft beer selections were decent and ethnically appropriate - vis a vis the Modelo Pilsner, which is a bit of an enigma in the wild. And the service was quite accommodating, brining me water right away (you order via QR code at your table).

The best part? The place was chill, mostly empty, and a little darker than the bright fluorescent hallways. When you have a layover from Europe, it’s a small grace in the minefield of horrors that is the airport. And I could actually hear myself think.

So… proceed with caution. Enjoy a drink at the bar. Then pray su avión is on time. Via con dios, my darlings.