At the overwhelming request of no one, the long-standing column of business dinners in the most coveted airport lounges around the globe returns. Here, in the company of my trusty laptop with a respectable hint of dirt, the legendary German leberkäse emerges, tasting of oil and misfortune, with ketchup packets to mask the flavor, new potatoes braised in soil, a chemically concocted lemon beverage combined with dioxin, and a giant cheese pretzel, awarded the title of best food at the table by a wide margin. I lovingly burp on your little head and am off to do business in the tundra.