Henceforth to be referred to as "the worst airport ever."
After reviewing the minimal selection of unappealing options available to us during our 3+ hour layover, we settled on this seafood-themed place. I don't remember the name. We wanted to sit at a table, but we couldn't sit at a table unless we wanted to order food. But we couldn't sit at the bar because it was full.
So we agreed that we would order something to eat to avail ourselves of a table, but the women wouldn't let us sit at any of the tables that were free, because they all had space for four. Despite the fact that at least four of these tables were available. And no groups of four were waiting. So we waited...
When we finally left, all of the four-tops were still empty. Which takes us to the picture of Derya eating pizza and drinking both a diet coke and a warm beer. We're one red-eye flight and a taxi cab from our apartment-for-the-week in Buenos Aires.
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