The Denver Circus

I've been to the Denver airport several times by now. Found a bunch of stuff. There's a burrito place called Que Bueno that has burritos as big as a human head. Also a place (of which I cannot think of the name) run by an Emeril-type chef that has the best breakfast ever. A story I'll tell you about this place is that, once, the fire alarm went off, and it was one of those that only the fire brigade can turn off, and so for the entire breakfast, there was this earsplitting electric shriek from the kitchen. Of course, the pilots both had earplugs, and earplugged up right when it happened, so it was just me that went deaf. But what I really want to tell you about the Denver airport is that the whole thing is one big tent.

No really. The main part of the building has no roof. This big architecturally-designed tarp is pitched over the space where the roof would be. Really crazy. You should see it from the inside.
Continuing in the Barnum & Bailey vein, the tram that goes between concourses also plays this slightly spooky circus music. So really, all Denver is missing is the clowns.
Oh wait... we work there.