On Airport Food

“I don’t know, it looks pretty suspicious,” I heard the woman in seat 1A say. “Hmm,” her partner mused. “It looks more like a sandwich to me,” I heard, as I glanced down and saw something missing from my armful of jumbled belongings. I fought my way back to the front of the plane to claim my soft-shell crab po’boy before we took off from Louis Armstrong International Airport—or were prevented from doing so by a suspicious but delicious package. The sandwich was with me because, as a traveler, I have a motto: “Never arrive at the airport hungry.” Given the options in most airports and the … [Read more...]