As a little kid with messy pigtails and thick glasses, I plopped into a booth at the Perkins Restaurant in Sioux Falls, South Dakota on many occasions. Located 50 miles from my little hometown of 2,143 people, my family found lots of excuses to stop by – hot coffee and dessert after piano recitals, early breakfast before our airplane flight, mid-day meals after doctor appointments. I don’t think I’ve ever been to Perkins without my family.