Flight 1668[CLOSED]

Not one of the patrons that sampled this flimsy establishment can figure out what the hell the name is all about. Apparently it has something to do with the address, but, as one patron stated, “it tastes as though this chicken sandwich was made in 1668.” Reviewers also found it amazing that a bar that hasn’t garnered a crowd greater than five since it opened has managed to remain, while so many others have failed. Perhaps it’s the dismal service. [MF]