Before my flight to Spain last week, I was looking for something in terminal 8 at JFK to hold me over until my wonderful airplane dinner. Â My friend Doug and I believe the best thing that can happen to any airport terminal is a Chili’s, with unlimited chips and salsa. Â Unfortunately, the best option near our gate was Soho Bistro.
Soho Bistro is a full-service restaurant, which is perfect if you have time to kill before your flight. Â You can also get food to go. Â My two friends and I ordered a plate of regular nachos with guacamole on the side and three diet cokes. Â I was hoping to get some delicious nachos, but instead, I got something that looked like the chips and nacho cheese sauce you get at the movie theater. Â Picture a handful of tortilla chips covered in the cheese sauce that comes out of the can, sprinkled with 6 olive halves, a cut up jalapeno, and maybe two grape tomatoes cut in thirds. Â There was a small cup of guacamole on the side, as well as sour cream. Â
Usually, I can polish off a plate of nachos with another person, but it is a struggle – while the desire is there, more often than not the nachos cannot fit into my stomach. Â With the nachos at Soho Bistro, it was more of a struggle just to put one in my mouth. Â The cheese sauce was cold and so disgusting, I spent more time wiping it off the chip and trying to cover it with enough guac to mask the taste. Â We spent more time offering nachos to each other – “you sure you don’t want anymore? Â you can have this chip, seriously” – where as at most restaurants, we all fight to finish the last couple good bites.
Service was also horrendous. Â We finished the nachos and our waitress asked if we wanted dessert. Â We informed her that we needed a minute because one of us was wrapping up a phone conversation. Â We then didn’t see the waitress or any other server come to our section again for another half hour. Â By then, I had left the restaurant three times to check the status of my flight and that still didn’t give the waitress any hint. Â When she finally delivered the bill, we actually walked up and handed it directly to her because we knew if we waited for her, it might be another 15 minutes.
All in all, the damage was $23 – a lot for horrible food and three diet cokes – as well as a stomachache. Â I would have been better off with airplane nachos.The Basics Name: Soho Bistro Location: JFK Airport, Terminal 800 Who to take: No one because you should never go Price: Overpriced appetizers. Â $$$. Overall: Choosing between Soho Bistro or eating a Snickers from Hudson News? Â Grab a Snickers. Â One star.Â