Buffalo's Airport: The Great Prow of Boredom

I thought Philly's was bad. I thought DC's bad. I thought wrong. Buffalo, New York, my unofficial second home, has the worst airport I've encountered on my slow-paced Foreignerd world tour thus far. It's not that the runway is mismanaged (Philly takes that prize). It's not that the concourse sprawls on boring and forever (umm... DC). It's just that, if you're on foot, if you don't have the foresight to rent a cab, hire a shuttle bus, or lease out a rental car, you're fucked. I tried to cross the street, tried to go to McDonald's. Closed to pedestrians. I headed over to the Hilton (where I now type this, thanks free wifi!) for a couple good beers. Nothing but Coors. The entire concourse is devoid of an open restaurant. Wifi in the airport is a non-starter. The city bus stopped running at 5pm. Hey, at least it's not raining.