Day 61: Andale at the airport.

Wow! After a spectacular weekend in San Diego (marred only by a small amount of unpleasantness involving a lost ID and a missed flight), I finally made it back to San Fran at 1:30 this afternoon. Famished after a flight delayed for an hour and then forced to circle above the airport for another hour because of traffic control, the same Andale that I had been unable to eat at on Thursday was a welcome sight as I passed through the security checkpoint on my way out of the terminal. Today, I refused to be denied the SFO tacos I had been craving since leaving for S.D. at the end of last week. I entered the food court-esque area that houses Andele (along with numerous other dining choices) and ordered a two taco plate from the pleasant lady behind the counter. A surprisingly comfy booth by the window seemed like the perfect place to hang as I anxiously awaited their arrival. Tender chicken with pinto beans and fresh pico served along side a pile of chips and salsa almost made me forget about the horrendous flying experience I had just been put through. As I enjoyed my meal, I watched the planes landing on the runway outside. There are no words to describe how happy I was to be on the ground eating tacos instead of still stuck in one of those horrible tubes of misery.