Had 60 min to kill in terminal D, so to CPK it was! The place has a bunch of bar seats and has a gigantic window facing the runway, so no windowless, lonely, eating in the dark for you, Champ! The menu isn't a full CPK menu and everything feels a bit lazy (I'm not sure if they have a full kitchen), but it's better than eating Johnny Rockets before you pack yourself on a 500MPH flying tube. Picked up a pesto chicken 'wich which was passable and a Stella that wasn't from a skunk tap. Can you really ask for more in an airport? Oh, yea, I guess you can, but this isn't so bad either.