Shamrocked, all due respect, but what the hell are you talking about? This is a freakin airport bar. Nobody expects it to be an actual English pub, with a glowing fire, a friendly round of draughts, and a couple of blokes chatting the lassies. Get a grip. What, are you going to complain about the Wolfgang Puck Express because it the saffron in the tomato bisque was just a little much? Listen to me.

You.

Are.

At.

The.

Airport.

Look, I'm not claiming the F&F is anything special. Don't make a trip just for it. But if you're at IAD, in Concourse C, it's a pretty good little stop. Nothing special, really. But the food is decent, the drinks aren't watered, and the service is quick. That's all you need to ask for from an airport bar.

Flag This Review - liverstrong, Sunday, November 22, 2009 at 8:57 PM

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Drinking at the airport is usually like being a pigeon that keeps whappin' itself into a closed window. I'm not 100 percent sure what I mean by that, but I do know that it's especially true at the Fox & Firkin. If you like the whole idea of a traditional English pub--and sweet Lordy in heaven, I do--then you will regard this bar as a personal insult. Let's just start with the fact that you're in Dulles, where Stalinist realism had its last big hurrah, so the atmosphere isn't exactly Shropshire-on-Buggery. Then there's the beer. If you're going to sling a bunch of watered down American lights, could you have the basic decency to drop your cutesy bullshit affectations? Look, franchising is a great business innovation that allows profitable entities to scale rapidly and serve customers more efficiently. But whoever decided to put this mediocre licensee into this spectacularly inappropriate location deserves a "firkin" ass-whoopin'.

Flag This Review - shamrocked, Sunday, November 22, 2009 at 11:51 AM

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