In the liminal space between everyday life and a vacation or trip, the airport bar offers respite, in the form of a martini and people-watching. It is the pit stop for the business traveler, the college kid preparing to return home, the knockoff Eat-Pray-Love globetrotter with a one-way ticket. The drinks can be expensive and the food mediocre, but it’s not really about the menu — it’s about the pause before some big next, a deep breath before a jump.
Portland International Airport (PDX), however, isn’t the average layover stop; it’s often where a trip begins or ends, and the people behind it have made the airport a sliver
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