It’s always fun to read the account of other cultures that encounter Americans asking “How are you?”. We treat that as a greeting, for some reason, whereas many other cultures think it’s an earnest question (and answer as such).

No.

HNL is such a dreadful airport in general, and on top of that I can’t think of a single decent place to eat there. 

Because I always fly at crappy hours, I love getting Popeye’s spicy chicken on the biscuit for breakfast in Terminal B of Hartsfield.  It’s nothing special or amazing, but it makes me wish you could get breakfast at a regular Popeye’s. 

I vote for Beecher’s grilled cheese at SEATAC.

Tampa has come on strong. Doesn’t hurt that they have a Cuban place in the Southwest terminal named Cafe con Leche Ybor City that, in addition to Tampa-roasted coffees and Cuban sandwiches, makes fresh, fried Spanish churros with chocolate dipping sauce.

Root Down in C concourse at DEN.  They have Avery Brewing’s “The Reverend” on tap.  ‘nuff said.

You’re lucky you develop cravings for crappy chain restaurant food when in DFW. That’s all they really have, which is a shame.

I’ve actually done this before. I don’t live too far from the airport and right on the MAX line so there’s been more than one occasion I’ve gone to the airport for dinner, both alone and with family visiting.

At SeaTac, I either go to Anthony’s for the fish tacos, or grab a caesar salad and/or chowder at Ivar’s. If anyone has cracked the code to eating a decent meal at JFK Terminal 5, please LMK. It’s bleak.

If not Qdoba, then either Ivar’s or Anthony’s (if you want something a little less fast-food).

Brookwood Farms was always the one I stopped at in Charlotte. Pulled Pork and Brisket.

Shake Shack in Dubai. Usually I’m coming back from India and from family imposed vegetarianism and alcohol prohibition. A beer and a burger with bacon is bliss after that.

Someone get a TARDIS, go back to London in 1967, and tell John Lennon to chill the fuck out. Yoko ain’t gonna leave you if you don’t bring her to the studio, man.

Sounds like your roommates need to have better taste.

Isn’t this a normal part of what’s usually called “aging out of your twenties?”

Remind your brain not touch his monkey.

Burglars broke into my house when I had NPR playing and it caused them to fall asleep on the couch about 10 minutes into the episode.

Umbrellas?  How quaint.  You can’t see the beaches near Huntington and Seal Beach any more for the continuous line of easy-ups that spread for miles.

The Japanese Garden is really cool. I went there for the first time last year.