The best thing I’ve found is to take your own food. When I went to New Orleans (N’awlins, for some) this spring, on the way back, I had a cup of cappuccino and incredible flaky pastry I had picked up at a wonderful French bakery in the French Quarter before the taxi took me to the airport. And no I didn’t go to Cafe Du Monde.
Bonn, I had the same type of meal on Northwest. Nothing fancy, but healthy. NOw if I could get a full can of pop!