At the airport they give you the extra service taking pictures of your peas and carrots, molesting your kids with magnetic wands and you get to pay hundreds of dollars for the pleasure. The least they could do to make up for all the "free" groping is give you some food that makes you forget about your PTSD not add to it.
I decided to slum at Fox and drink a Bud Lite, it tastes like frog piss, but the food matches at least.
What the hell is a hamburger; bread, meat, cheese. How can an airport restaurant mess up something like a hamburger; well they could serve it cold and make sure that the meat tastes like ground cow testicles. They could add fries that tastes like four day old grease left in a deep fat fryer not bother to season them. We all know what a pain it must be for the "chefs" here to use a little wrist action and season the fries with the shot with salt and pepper.
I know when I'm jet lagged I always love 90's music and shit beer.