I am at the Philadelphia airport with two hours to kill. As I walk around the airport, I think to myself, “Why not check out the lunch options available”. The selections for a liquid lunch were abundant! But I am remembering “what goes in must come out” and I just hate airplane bathrooms, so I continue my journey. As I walked through the terminal looking at my limited choices, I realize, “I am at the home of the Philly cheese steak”… what was I thinking… almost everything had either meat or wheat in it.
I wonder what I will find when I get to the airport in Chicago?