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| - Sometimes I question my commitment to my own well being. Not putting on my seat belt right away. Getting too close to the edge. Eating food that I think is probably past its prime, but "smells okay." Driving too fast. Trying to get my boyfriend to do what I want.
Eating at airport sports bars.
All Stars is one of those small airport sports bars where folks go because they have no other options. The service is meh (although, I must say the woman tending the bar was quite quick and capable, and even a bit friendly), they're out of most of the things they "offer" and the food. . . well. Ballpark food is better. Why I thought this would be a better option than Round Table I'm not sure. I had a bratwurst and everything on the plate but the pickle, maybe the bun, was clearly frozen. The brat itself was that awful white color that screams, "I came preboiled! Won't I be delicious?!", the veggies were the watery, tasteless, came in a mix and were left out to thaw variety, and the fries were room temperature seasoned fries. The pickle was sad and flaccid, and the bun was, well, it was just a bun.
Yeah, it was food, yeah I ate it, but WHY? Gross.
Furthermore, either this article (http://living.health.com/2008/11/24/americas-healthiest-airports/2/) is a crock, or it's another terminal of the airport because I saw nary a "healthful dining option" anywhere in the area.
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