Ah, travel food. Why is it so difficult to find good food at airports? Cold, refrigerated pumpkin cake. Shoddily constructed bagel sandwiches. Home fries drowning in paprika and... citric acid? And then the kicker: we stopped at Chili's on the way out of Austin because I was getting hangry. You may wonder how I ended up ordering the Quesadilla Explosion Salad, but I think when faced with silliness in menu options the only way to go is the item with the silliest name.