43 Area Mess Hall

The chowhall needs some changing in the way they serve to go chows. I was just there and I had a to go tray. I got 3 peices of beef and broccoli. I went back to get another 3 peices of beef but the lady said I couldn't do that if I had a to go tray, but if I ate THERE in the chow hall I can come back up to get as many plates as I want. I don't get the reason behind that. I don't understand the logic behind that. Please tell me the reason behind the rules of to go trays please. Lastly I know 3 peices of small beef and a scoop of broccoli isn't going to fill any Marine up.

How could this random little chow hall stack up against the rest? Two words: cucumber water. EDIT: As of 2022 there is no longer cucumber water. The rating still stands though as the chicken breast is usually tasty and not cooked to death. Re-EDIT: 2023 Cucumber water is back baby!

Things have only gotten worse and worse over the 3 years I have been here. I swear they change the rules every other month. The only thing I can say that is good here in the nice older hispanic lady ,who's name can't remember at the time, that works the front desk. As well as the other front desk lady that always greats you with a smile. I swear to God that they are the only ones that make anything in that place worth it. The food portions have only gotten more and more stingy, as well as the cleanliness of the area has just gone down hill as the years have gone by. I hope someone important reads this and finally try to fix things for the future serve members that live here.

It’s too bad negative stars aren’t an option for this review. Place is falling apart. It is filthy and trifling, no way this establishment has ever had a health department inspector go through. This chow hall specializes in feeding service members sub par food with a sub par attitude. Sad that these concerns will not be addressed properly as has been the case for years and years. Steady deterioration

Ah, the 43 Area Mess Hall—a place where culinary dreams go to die and taste buds go to weep uncontrollably. Let me paint you a picture of the gastronomic nightmare that awaits unsuspecting diners who dare to venture into this culinary abyss. As you step through the doors of the mess hall, you're immediately assaulted by a cacophony of clanging pots, sizzling grills, and the unmistakable aroma of despair. It's as if Gordon Ramsay's worst nightmare came to life and set up shop in the heart of the 43 Area. Let's talk about the food—or should I say, the edible atrocities masquerading as sustenance. The 'chef's specials' are more like chef's nightmares, with dishes that defy all known laws of taste and decency. Picture this: mystery meat that could double as a doorstop, accompanied by a side