Hi there, this is Abel James with fat burning man.com, and thanks so much for listening.

So today we're going to do something a little bit different.

I'm going to tell you a story.

I'm going to tell you a real-life case study in flesh of how to eat paleo at the airport. So if you're leaving your

paleo fridge and meat freezer for a few days, don't freak out. Despite the fact that you're

surrounded by sweet and sticky smells of cinnabon, Panda Express, and even worse, there are actually

some pretty decent options for eating paleo at the airport. If you haven't learned already,

eating paleo requires improvisation and creativity.

So I decided to share my experience traveling to San Francisco to speak at a conference as a case study

to help you learn how to navigate the dangerous depths of airport food with food and quotation marks.

Here's the prelude. The last night on the West Coast in Mountain View, California.

Connered into eating nutritionally suspect hotel catering during my conference for the past few days,

I decided to check out of my hotel early and pay a visit to an old friend to grab dinner.

Ryan, my bearded, kilt-wearing Viking-like and paleolene and comrade,

led me to a new grass-fed burger place called

Steakout in Mountain View. As a sharply dressed consultant wheeling luggage next to a 21st-century

Viking, Ryan and I attract quite a few sideways glances at the burger joint even before our

unconventional order. But if we have one thing in common, it's that we have no shame.

Predictably, the young waitress was befuddled when we asked for our burgers with no buns.

Fortunately, her co-worker recognized Ryan's kilt and told her, give them double meat and extra

lettuce instead of the bun. I guess wearing a kilt has its benefits. This raises an important

lesson in being paleo, being yourself, and fighting

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