The Story of the Marymount Kitchen

Once upon a time in a land called Marymount Manhattan College there lived happy students who received happy meals from happy employees. This was the Kingdom...

The kingdom was ruled by the Richard, the top chef. Everyone morning I would venture into this land for a breakfast sandwich made delicately with love and competence. He would listen to my order and converse with me and whoever I was with until the food was properly prepared. It was a harmonious period and all prospered.

Then one day, Richard vanished. Nobody knew where he had gone, but he had been replaced by a terrible monstrous demon! This demon's name was Willie...

Willie (depicted on the left) was the complete opposite of the beloved chef Richard we came to know and love. I will tell you the tale of our first encounter that I wished was our last.

It was a Monday morning around nine in the morning. I walked in happily with my room mate bustling with energy and positive vibes. Richard wasn't there but this man bearing a name tag with the name Willie upon the metal plate. We asked first where Richard was and he grumbled how he won't be coming back (it was kind of scary...). I put in my normal order, an egg and cheese on a roll with American cheese. After nearly 20 minutes of waiting for one of the most simplistic orders one could give, he handed me a breakfast sandwich crammed with bacon. I apologized and said I actually didn't order bacon and he flat out yelled at me in the middle of the cafeteria. Yelling things like "How could you not want bacon!? Everybody likes bacon!" This wasn't in the joking or humorous manner, I just stood there and took it petrified in fear. I thought it was just a one time thing... maybe he was just tired, so I just took the sandwich tarnished by bacon and scurried away in embarrassment.

Later that day a few friends of mine and I went up because it was BURRITO DAY and I freaking LOVE Burritos. We all go up there excited and pumped for our burritos and there is Willie, arms folded glaring. He lined us up and had us shoot out what we wanted in order as he prepared it, except he didn't ask this of us, he demanded. He would yell at someone of they changed their order and then he would refuse to change it after a point. My friends and I were joking it was the most stressful burrito experience we've ever had, except we weren't kidding at all.

Honestly, if you're going to be rude all the time and have a short fuse please consider working somewhere else where you don't have to interact with students first hand. The atmosphere he creates is negative and uncomfortable. This attitude never changes, it's been about a week and a half since this experience and I still don't want to order from him. There have been some mornings where I just don't get breakfast because I feel like its a hostile environment. That's not fair for me, this is one of my biggest sources of food throughout the week... am I supposed to go about it uncomfortably? Maybe it's time for me to say something to someone at a higher level because it's getting ridiculous.