Its a tipsy, universal truth that some drinks just hit harder depending on the situation.
You really cant do much better.
But theres only one location on earth where enjoying a drink truly feels like a gift from the Gods.
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Its an upside-down place where nothing mattersneither time, nor money.
A cocktail Camelot, if you will.
Where else does a simple drink embody so much promise and optimism?
Its especially true in the middle of thesummer travelseason when youre about to embark on that long-awaited vacation.
A drink is finally within your reach.
You earned it, champ.
Of course, not all places at the airport that serve those blessed libations are built the same.
Down at Miami International, the cocktails naturally come with a side of Cuban food.
I hope youre not on a budget.
I hate to break it to you, but the actual price at the airport is double that.
But then again,who cares?Youre on vacation, baby.
Theres always your trusty credit card waiting in the wings to swoop in and save you.
That bill wont come for another month, and thats a problem future you will have to handle.
Present you will be ever so grateful for your generosity.
A layover on my way to woodsy Aspen was the perfect moment for a smokey scotch.
Most important of all?
dont you even think about looking at the time.
At home, if you drink before 12 p.m., its indicative of a problem.
In an airport, its part of the experience.
The best part is, the strangers at the bar alongside you are in the same boat.
Youre all about to get on your respective flights, never to see them again.
Its time to vent.
Id like a refill, just.
Now of course, Ive made gross miscalculations before.
At the risk of sounding like the Surgeon General, its all about moderation.
So Id like to propose a toast: heres to the airport cocktail and all its glory.
On second thought, dont go to Newark.
