Gourmet on the Go
Micky and I are on our way to New Orleans for the spring NABC, North American bridge championships. As with everything in life, this involves a plane change in Dallas. Of course.
It’s lunch time, and we are in terminal C. Terminal A has Papadeaux, a great place to eat. Terminal C has Au Bon Pain, a place to get sustenance.
I grabbed a Thai Peanut Chicken wrap from the cold box, ordered a diet Pepsi (no Coke here), and we walked to the gate. There are nowhere near enough seats available at the sandwich store.
I know people who think travelling to distant cities to play high level bridge is dashing or romantic or adventurous, but does this meal, using an airline terminal seat as a table, inspire any of those ideas in you?
Not that I want to sound like a martyr–this is clearly the life of Riley. I love to travel, I love to play bridge, there are no real complaints. Even if it was a dreadful, cold, dry, overcooked sandwich. Which it was.
I don’t have to go back to DFW until next Thursday, on our way home. I’m hoping for Terminal A.