Flavortown by Guy Fieri

I've never written a Google review before, but absolutely wow. What the hell.

For context, I'm a young woman, and next to me a slightly older man was sat about 5 minutes after me. The waiter (Claude, I think?) addresses the man first, asking for his order. The man says 'she was here first' and the waiter rolled his eyes and stepped towards me and took my order (a chicken bacon ranch sandwich and a pepsi).

15 minutes later, the waiter approaches saying 'chicken bacon ranch, right?' and when I say yes he plops the plate in front of me before turning to the man saying 'give me a moment!' I didn't notice right away, but he accidentally gave me the man's sandwich. It happens, nbd. It might be a language thing since the waiter has a thick accent. So when he comes back I tell him as much, but then he tries to spin it on me and say it was my fault for saying it was mine (when he literally said it was? The man ordered a burger with mac n cheese on it but he said he had chicken).

The waiter then brings out a different burger, idk what it was but it was beef. I thought maybe he wasn't hearing me right, so I asked someone else about it. She asks for a moment, the waiter comes back and somewhat aggressively asks what's wrong with it. I say that it isn't chicken, he rolls his eyes and says he'll get his manager. At this point I'm wishing I had cash so I could leave, I'm honestly about to cry.

After another 20 minutes, he shows up with the right sandwich and says 'is this finally ok?' He also apologizes to the man several times. So I eat it, and then he comes back a couple more times to say 'is it right this time?' This is honestly the first time in my life I didn't leave a tip, it was just insane. I tried my best not to be rude, I really did, and the man next to me said I wasn't, but I don't know. Regardless, just. Yikes. I wasn't expecting much from an airport restaurant, but I certainly wasn't expecting to be shamed like I was.