Sunday, February 14, 2010

Airport food

Well, folks, there are way more important things going on now in my life than airport food blogging.  But those things require thought.  And probably more than the 29 minutes of battery life I have left. 

Yesterday evening I was supposed to fly back from my last grad school interview (Michigan- don't worry, at some point I'll give a debrief of all 4).  They were oversold, which is bad.  Since it was Valentine's day today, they were pretty desperate to get people to volunteer to get bumped till today.  And since it is my 25th consecutive dateless Valentine's day, I figured it would be OK.  (For any die-hard David Payne fans, this is not a continuity error-I did once have a girlfriend on Valentine's day, but she was on a different continent and we did not, therefore, go on a date, so I still count it.)

They put me up in a hotel, bought me a free ticket any time later, upgraded me to first class, and bought me meals.  And that's where I'm going with this rambling post.  At the Detroit airport I ate at a place called America's Coney Island (or maybe American...I don't remember).  And it was delicious.

I got the best milkshake I have had in years (maybe it's just that I was hungry, but I still think it was great), as well as a pretty descent Gyro, which is hard to find here on this side of the pond.  I think it was one of the best Gyros I've had that wasn't cut from a meat-cone.  I mean, those are totally in a different league, but this was pretty darn good.

So, if you find yourself in Detroit, get a gyro.  And a milk shake.  And the cute waitress' phone number (which, alas, I did not).

1 comment:

Bradwich said...

I would like to consider myself a die-hard David Payne fan. Unfortunately I was unaware of that bit of trivia.

I'm a Mormon.