December 3rd, 2009
Galley Friend C.L. sends a link to a fantastic blog about airport bars. In particular, don’t miss the comments, which tend toward the brilliant. Sample awesome:
Drinking at the airport is usually like being a pigeon that keeps whappin’ itself into a closed window. I’m not 100 percent sure what I mean by that, but I do know that it’s especially true at the Fox & Firkin. If you like the whole idea of a traditional English pub–and sweet Lordy in heaven, I do–then you will regard this bar as a personal insult. Let’s just start with the fact that you’re in Dulles, where Stalinist realism had its last big hurrah, so the atmosphere isn’t exactly Shropshire-on-Buggery.
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