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| - It's in the middle of a short strip of great places to get a quick take-away meal in the airport. Options like this usually make me stress, especially since all the little stands looked exactly the same. There's a sushi one, a bagel bar, all mini-versions of some restaurants in the Montreal area.
This one's unique for its pizza offerings, but I got the grilled veggie sandwich. It was on a crunchy, crispy ciabatta loaf, with some provolone cheese. It had peppers, asparagus, and tomato on it, as well as an amazing pesto spread I wasn't expecting. They heated it up and put it in an adorable little white box. It was trendier than I was.
Best of all? It wasn't even impossible, at all, to eat on the plane!
Minus a star for the blaise attitude of the cashier when I was standing in line for 20 minutes... They had four people making egg salad croissant sandwiches, and one guy taking orders, and this woman and her annoying prepubescent daughter were arguing about chocolate milk in front of me and the daughter was imitating Gollum from Lord of the Rings and I barely made it back to my flight in time... But I did. And I had pesto-y asparagus. My precious.
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