Eating at an airport is generally a miserable experience.
This was no less.
I had walked past countless Wagamamas during my stint in London, but never afforded them the trust to step through the doors and spend hard-earned money on their suspicious quasi-Asian fare. However, with 4 hours to kill before my flight, and limited options, I decided to give it a go. Tragic mistake. Look at the egg...a mound of greens, a facile broth with no taste, awful meat and totally vacuous noodles.