I flew to Saint John this afternoon and had an early lunch at Boccone Trattoria Veloce, my go-to restaurant at the airport, before my flight.
I ordered what I usually get there ... a Calabrese pizza without the chilli flakes. As usual, it was delicious. There was a spot where it was burnt ... too close to the oven wall perhaps?
While the staff wasn't unfriendly, they weren't friendly either. As the depressed-looking hostess showed me to my table, an old dude yelled at her a couple times to smile (she didn't). My server was the same ... I didn't expect her to be my new BFF but at least be cheerful and welcoming.