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As someone
who is befuddled when confronted with seemingly endless
choice, lunching in the Terminal is a prospect that seizes me
with dread. At your fingertips you have Japanese, Chinese,
Indian, Middle Eastern, Mexican, vegetarian, a huge swathe of
delis and of course the Amish (although I heard they might be
Menonites) and much much more. The Terminal is big and
mazelike, usually filled to the gills with the geriatric and
others with nowhere else to go. |