12/30
A Jugo Juice smoothie before a long flight, is probably the worst idea in the world. But YYC Airport, in all their brilliance, put not one, but several Jugo Juice stands in their Gates. And I always wind up visiting one, because I'm incredibly disorganized before a long flight, always. And I'll show up, starving, thirsty; eyeing the limp, wilted looking wraps in the display case as though they're manna from the heavens. And I'll take one bite and go from starving panda, to sad panda. To broke panda, because, as pricey as Jugo Juice is outside of the Airport confines; it's about 25% moreso inside.
Want a cup of chunky vinegar that's as big as your torso? Head on down to Jugo Juice. It defies logic. You watch them toss all the ingredients together in a blender, and they seem to be adding a buttload of sugary fruit (that 59g per serving doesn't appear out of nowhere! A cup of regular OJ is 30g, for comparison). Then you take that first sip, and your face caves in. Then you force yourself to finish as much as possible, because you probably handed them your first born in order to pay for it.
Two stars, because I'll probably be back again soon. Because as much as I gripe about Jugo Juice, it's like a terrible boyfriend whose number I can't seem to erase from my phone. And I still can't manage to get to the airport with a coffee and a sandwich.