I’m about to catch a red-eye to Houston, and then on to Baton Rouge in the morning. I normally wouldn’t post an airport meal, but I was delighted to have a kale salad here in SFO. Strikes me as very San Francisco. It was delicious, too — something I don’t know that I’ve ever had occasion to say about a meal in an airport.

Oh, and hey, look what I found around the corner:

Your international airport has a chapel. San Francisco’s has a yoga room. No kidding, I find this charming. Local color and all.