On the first flight today, I was lucky enough to get an upgrade. The shoulder room alone made that a great deal, but it also came with a bonus: lunch on the plane.
That proved to be a very tiny bonus indeed. I choose the salad, which was almost entirely lettuce. It came with a protein, this first cousin of the chicken of sadness:
This sad piece, the chicken of regret, had managed to hold onto the tiniest bit of the moisture of its youth, but only just.
Fortunately, the lettuce in the salad was fresh enough and filling enough that I was fine with it.
Dinner, by contrast, found us at Cooper's in downtown Austin, where we shared (and were once again unable to finish) this wonderful spread:
Succulent, flavorful, and incredibly tasty, every bite of meat here was fantastic.
Suffice to say, dinner beat the heck out of lunch.