Mamma Mia — Restaurant in el Prat de Llobregat

I have never been to a worse eatery at an airport ANYWHERE in the world. I don't speak Spainish and so took a picture of the food ordered by a person in front of me. The lady behind the counter immediately got offended and started telling me off. I tried to explain to her that I took a picture because I don't speak Spanish, so this way, it's easier for me to order. She continued and eventually stopped after 20 seconds or so. Let's talk about the food, which managed to be even worse. The pizza was not completely baked through and was warm at best. The spaghetti with meat sauce was almost comical..The spaghetti tasted like plastic with only a little bit of sauce, and it wasn't even served hot..Airport staffs are usually required to speak English so this is quite surprising ! I will not return to this place when in Barcelona as it has bad quality food and even worse service.

This took place in Aug 2023, posted in the wrong gmail account and...

I have never been to a worse eatery at an airport ANYWHERE in the world. I don't speak Spainish and so took a picture of the food ordered by a person in front of me. The lady behind the counter immediately got offended and started telling me off. I tried to explain to her that I took a picture because I don't speak Spanish, so this way, it's easier for me to order. She continued and eventually stopped after 20 seconds or so. Let's talk about the food, which managed to be even worse. The pizza was not completely baked through and was warm at best. The spaghetti with meat sauce was almost comical..The spaghetti tasted like plastic with only a little bit of sauce, and it wasn't even served hot..Airport staffs are usually required to speak English so this is quite surprising ! I will not return to this place when in Barcelona as it has bad quality food and even...

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