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Skriven 2008-02-18 12:43:00 av MICHAEL LOO (1:123/140)
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I had a bite of the Red Cheddar to see what it was like.
It was not red and was way underaged - sort of like what
the American public has been duped into thinking is "sharp
Cheddar cheese," probably a few weeks or months aged.

The Port was sort of corked and unpleasant; I drank just
enough of it to wash down the cheese and the apple cake,
which was decent: I liked the vanilla sauce, which was
like a packaged custard - a little grainy, not too sweet,
amusingly, luridly yellow.

Had a nice nap, after figuring out how to get comfy in
this seat (plus the footrest didn't stay up) and was
wakened an hour and half before landing by the lights
going up and the swish of tray tablecloths.

A nicer than usual fruit appetizer - ripe strawberry,
ripe melon, very nice slice of apple, pineapple.

The scrambled eggs turned out to be an omelet wrapped in
a tough shell, which strangely enough kept the eggs fluffy
and tasty despite an obvious overheating, which turned the
fairly palatable mushroom sauce into a thick pudding and
made the bacon (really chop-cut loin rather than eye, so
perhaps Scottish or Irish-style and not so much Canadian)
almost uncuttable even with the aid of the two real metal
knives. A croissant was vanilla scented and awful.

We landed a touch early; the friendly flight attendant
waved us up to the front door only to find that they were
opening the mid-cabin door! So we had to reverse direction
and deplane with the polloi.

Immigration, a big old hike down the hall, was uneventful,
except that the agent gave me the hard sell about my
passport not scanning and how I should renew a couple years
early to take advantage of the wonderful new security
technology. I didn't say much, refraining from pointing out
that my having just had new pages sewn in should be
indicative of my attachment to the thing.

A sizable line at domestic security, so I traipsed to the
priority lane, where a lot of people who clearly weren't
frequent flyers had managed to infiltrate (one granny and
her grandkids kept the lane clogged for five minutes).

Got to the gate at boarding time to find a batch of TSA
personnel looming and the plane not arrived yet. Presently
the plane came up (from Chicago), and (oddly) the TSA
people left. I thought it was perhaps a return to the
"random" gate checking, but as I wasn't pulled over, that
must not have been the case - unless the TSA returned later
to play games with the coach passengers.

UA 294 SFO BWI 1518 2323 320 2A Ch9 Y Empower Y

Hot towels, hot nuts. Nice crew,

The offerings were the famed pasta trio (stuffed shells,
a manicotto, and one similar delight) or a "pan-roasted
chicken breast with potatoes and seasonal succotash." I
passed so cannot report.

The red wine was Washington Hills Merlot 05, which I made
the mistake of asking for. The jovial FA kept it coming.

We landed 20 minutes early.

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