I loathe airport food. I dread the thought of spending hours at an airport knowing I have wilted lettuce, frozen chicken wings, and day old yogurt as my next meal. But Boccone has created a standard I didn't think was possible. I'm going to miss the golden and red beet/goat cheese/arugula salad with balsamic dressing for days to come. And the stellar service and company. Thank you, Toronto, for giving me another reason to visit you.