The Monster hates eating at airports. Try as he might he can’t help but imagine the kitchen’s are mange infested wastelands populated by fellas who couldn’t get jobs as prison cooks. Let’s be honest, no chef would willingly choose the airport as their launching pad to success. Transient fliers more interested in economy of time than culinary delight who will never return are coupled with the hassle of actually getting yourself and your ingredients into the restaurant. And why should servers even care? Mostly they don’t. Losing proposition 101.
Enter Perry’s at SFO. It’s airport ugly and the clientele is desperately sad. But The Monster is hungry and his flight is delayed.