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| - On a 3-hour layover in Phoenix, I restrained myself from physically harming the multitudes of luggage-wielding cattle that walked right in front of me, stopped right in front of me, managed to trip themselves on my luggage, and be overall rude.
On a 3-hour layover in Phoenix, I searched for a place to regain sanity, relax, and eeeaaattttt. Well, that and grab a bloody mary.
Enter Cowboy Ciao. As soon as I stepped up, I was greeted and asked if I needed an outlet.
Um, YES PLEASE.
I got to sit at a table with a plug, munching away at my perfectly-crispy breakfast quesadilla (yum!) and zesty bloody mary, away from the circus just outside of the restaurant.
I left relaxed & full, and so did my iPhone.
On a 3-hour layover in Phoenix, my faith in Sky Harbor was renewed by Cowboy Ciao.
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