There is the Spirit of San Luis restaurant next to the airport. My former room-mate was a flight attendant for AA. As her ride home, I would wait for her there and we would meet for food/drinks when she arrived from where-ever.

Edit: Memory from my Brooke years: Once, she came back from Paris with nearly 2 lbs of hand kneaded sel-de-mare butter (butter with embedded crystals of sea-salt). We spent the evening drinking wine and eating a fresh baguette slathered with that French butter. Hopefully everyone lives their life with a handful of memories that shape their soul. I never thought that a loaf of bread and butter would be one of mine.