Fox Sports Sky Box Bar and Grill

It’s just another place to eat and drink at the airport! Nothing really stands out at this place though it’s great to be able to get a decent seat somewhere — however — the guy who waited on me wasn’t very good, but then again — why spend too much time with me if all I’m getting is a diet coke?
The place seemed clean, prices were average for the airport — too bad they didn’t have more outlets too!

I really enjoyed the Seriously Good Chili, it is truly all that and living up to its name. Preceding my appetizer I had a Pomegranate Mojito beverage which had me wanting more after consuming the delicious chili. It is served in a bread bowl quite cool man, you’ll love it.

Quite pedestrian as far as airport bars go.

Limited beer selection: stella, blue moon, bud light and Samuel Adams. TV signal is bad. The bartender here obviously having a bad day, no smile nor being nice at all. 3 stars is for the convince only.

Woman bartender is either a huge bi@tch or she was having a bad day, made me go to legal seafoods across the way.

Typical airport bar.

The place was was half empty and no traffic around at all. I ordered Boneless chicken wings, it took almost 20 minutes to get them. By the time that I received the order, I already was looking for my second drink and no water still…
Food: BAD
Service: BAD
Price: OVERPRICED
Something was wrong with the taste of my drink (CapMorgan+soda), because it tasted funny (like dirty ice). Definitely not coming back there ever again.
FIRST AND LAST

The Fox Sports Sky Box has the expected downsides of an airport bar: A boring and heavy menu, limited beer selection, and outrageous prices. Unfortunately it doesn’t have the usual upside, which is fast service to get you on your way as quickly as possible.
We ordered beers and clam chowder before our flight. Forty minutes later, I canceled the chowder order because our boarding time was approaching. The problem seemed to be the kitchen, not the waiter, who was reasonably attentive to our beverage needs.
There’s really nothing to recommend the Fox Sports Sky Box, especially with Legal Seafoods fifty feet away.

Had a terrible experience. (1) Ordered fish & chips on a Thursday afternoon; half an hour later they said it was «on it way.» I gave up and paid for my beer. (2) My one beer was $ 10. (3) When I asked what the hold up was on the meal, at one point the waitress blatantly ignored me.
AVOID.

Food has never disappointed me terribly. Airport pricing will make the bill a little heavier. I was disappointed with the very limited beer selection, very bland, but that may be becuase I am a beer snob these days.

Absolutely horrible service (20mins to order; 10mins to get the bill; 15mins to pay the bill)– WTF? Do they realise this is an airport? I almost didn’t pay because I was boarding!
EXPENSIVE! Bad food. EXPENSIVE! Sticky tables. EXPENSIVE! Small beers sold as «super sized big» beers. EXPENSIVE!

One look at the menu, and anyone who has ever said «check please» would know enough to only order something that would be hard to screw up. Don’t take any risks here: fries, cold beer, maybe a burger if they let you watch them cook it.

Better than legal seafood. Funny listening to the one chick complain about having to come to work in the snow. Laaaaaazy Bostonians.

Quite possibly the worst food and service experience I have ever had the «pleasure» of being a witness to.
Food was pretty disgusting and it took about 1.5 hours for a quesadilla and two burgers.
No worries though ! Because nobody is in a hurry at A MOTHER@*&#^*&@^# AIRPORT !11
This is one time I REALLY wish I went to McDonalds, saved $ 30 and about an hour fifteen.
Guhhhhhhhhhhh.

If you were to ask an average person to describe the difference between a venue in a major international airport and out in the regular world, they should cite two major differences: higher speed and higher cost.
At the Sky Box, they’ve got the high cost down, but somehow they missed the corrresponding urgency. Service here verges on glacial. I tried here once for dinner before a continental flight, since they don’t serve on-​plane meals anymore. I figured a salad would come out quickly. Wrong. Just the beer took them five minutes … and the place wasn’t even full!
The second time I just figured I’d get a beer, and give them the benefit of doubt. That was a waste. I ended up shotgunning my beer and running for the gate, since the waitress was present enough just to be able to keep me from getting up and leaving, but not enough to actually get the food there within 20 minutes.
As for the big TV screens and sports coverage, I really don’t give a moose knuckle… I just want to be able to drink a decent sized beer and make my flight too. But I’ve figured out that this is not the place to do it.

I don’t know that this would have been my first choice of a location to wait for my flight, but my travel-​addled brain thought it would be less pricey than the Legal Seafoods across the way. Ha. In a world where Fox Sportscasters wear suits and ties as they talk about football players who make zillions of dollars, this was clearly misguided.
As with many airport establishments with high customer turnover, saying that service was prompt is like saying that the Pacific is damp. I needed a table where I could arrange photographs in an album, and by golly, I knew they would make me pay. I looked through the menu — do no airport menus include drink prices? and ordered a large Sam Adams and told my server that I was waiting for my boyfriend and described his otherworldly, ravenous, nearly insatiable appetite for food and drink. Dollar signs in her eyes, she seemed mollified, and off she went.
A few minutes later, he shows up and tells me he’s not hungry because he’s been snacking all day. Men. I ask for nachos anyway, and they arrive almost before I’ve finished ordering them. These were the nachos without chili, chicken-​only, and they were fairly disappointing. When I order nachos, I want a true gala on a plate — cacophony, festivity, like Carnival, only scoopable. Eh. Some forlorn-​looking blue and red chips huddled under great clouds of sour cream, a light dusting of cheese, perfect cubes of white meat, a small stripe of salsa and menacing slivers of black olive. Luckily nachos get better the more you drink, and fog rolling over Boston pushed our plane back fifteen, thirty minutes, an hour, and hour and a half. By this time I’d switched to Chardonnay. My boyfriend was drinking vodka. He’d befriended our server, who expressed interest in our photographs and swung by often to chat and pick up more drink orders. Soon we needed mozzarella sticks, which were promptly delivered and scarfed down with gusto. That’s right, gusto. The little half-​sized ones, perfectly seasoned, nestled beside a small cup of delicious red sauce (see: «Chardonnay») More drinks. Ill-​advised magazine purchases. Drinks. Our plane rolled up. Dropping $ 144 on junk food and overly-​expensive drinks at the FSSBB&G? Hmmm. Sleeping on a plane for the very first time? Priceless.