Let's face it: airport security sucks.
Unless WAYNE NEWTON is on the screen telling me that I'm not allowed to bring liquids through! I don't mind taking my shoes off, being felt up, having my personal belongings searched or being yelled at by mouth-breathers as long as I've got Wayne. Wayne makes everything better.
Another lovely thing about this airport is that it's right in the city. So when you are leaving, penniless, there's no lengthy ride back on which you have nothing to do but reflect on the mistakes you've made, and sob uncontrollably because you will have to forgo eating next month.
And if by some miracle you didn't lose your life savings on the craps table, you can blow whatever you have left on the Star Wars slots right there in the terminal.