The Meat Haus

Trip Start Sep 22, 2006
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Trip End Oct 05, 2006


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Saturday, October 21, 2006

One of the most exciting finds in the spartan Terminal One of Frankfurt's Airport was a place we called the Meat Haus. Since my airplane companion and I were a starved and in need of some fresh air/water/anything we crazily ran up and down Terminal 1 of Frankfurt's airport in search of sustenance and drink. Trust me, there's not much in Terminal 1, and having never been to this airport before, assumed other terminals were equally lacking so we limited our exploration energies to that terminal.

Things to note about this terminal:
1. The first class lounge is frightening. However, the bathroom in the first class lounge has a supply closet which we readily helped ourselves to. Especially the kleenex since we were still in the throes of wheezing and sneezing from the airplane air.

2. The "smoking areas" are in the middle of the pedestrian walk. They are marked with a fountain sized ashtray and a high top table. You'll notice them because you have to walk through them to get anywhere. "Smoking area" implies that there are non-smoking areas. This was more like an "ashtray area."

3. There's a seedy bar filled with smoke and very smoky men. If you manage to get past all that, you'll be surprised to find a buffet of chafing dishes filled with foods covered in varying shades of brown gravy. We did not stay here.

4. There is an illy coffee shop where a paper cup (not bottle, CUP) costs $6USD.

Which leads me to the Meat Haus. Actually named the Caviar House but the dried salamis hanging from the ceiling made it more appropriate to call it Meat Haus. Anyways, they had huge bottles of Evian for 3Euro, pre-made sandwiches, baskets of fresh fruit and other things that saved us from eating gravy covered mystery meat. Most importantly, I got my first orange Fanta fix since I was in Greece. I swear they put crack cocaine in that soda because I freak out whenever I see it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, its sold in the US too, but it doesnt taste the same...

Anyways, Terminal 1: Meat Haus.

Back on to the sneezy plane and next stop- New Delhi where I finally split off from my plane companion.
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