We all at some point in our lives find ourselves - metaphorically or literally - at Luton Airport at 5 in the morning. Today is my turn.
We are somewhat more rushed than expected, so it’s not a sit down meal, so to speak. We scavenge for what we can, and I end up at Benito’s.
I ostensibly go in for a breakfast burrito, but in the end I go for a breakfast bowl. It’s some kind of weird hybrid of a full English and something vaguely Mexican? By which I mean the beans are refried rather than baked.
It’s… fine? The sausages are ok, the bacon a bit tough. The whole thing’s a bit dry. I would add some sauce but we are walking through the gates and about to board the plane whilst I’m trying to chow this down, so it’s not really an opportune moment.
Most of it - and this isn’t a comment on the quality, more just the situation - ends up in the bin whilst being held in a pen waiting to get on the plane. Luckily, I don’t expect the airport catering to be the highlight of my culinary experiences this trip.