and Norma Rae. I watched none of these, being content to look down at ice and mountains. Landed right on time, passed customs in seconds (after waiting in line for some huge amount of time) - they shooed me through the green line even though I'd ticked
the yes box (bringing in tea and chocolate, which I do believe to be "food or agricultural products").
UA 172 SFO-BOS. I was hoping to score seat 1A or 2A, but the plane wasn't full enough for me to be pushed that far forward, so I was content with 8A. A totally uneventful flight, with excellent service (although I was disappointed that the gorgeous
blonde FA was assigned to rows 1 and 2, and the gorgeous eurasian FA was assigned to the other aisle, and our aisle had two handsome guys who, as you can guess, were not my type). Pretty smooth flight, until the singularly badumpity landing, after
which the purser announced "United Airlines, Captain Crunch, and the rest of the crew would like to welcome you to Boston." The movie was some surreal monstrosity called Crazy in Alabama, starring the slinky but comically overacting Melanie Griffith.
The food was the same menu I'd had on the same flight in November: Smoked duck breast with celery remoulade; spinach-mozzarella salad with roast garlic vinaigrette; and pork "charcuterie" enhanced by a white wine, tomato and cornichon sauce, mashed
turnips and potatoes sauteed bok choy with peppers and pearl onions with raisins; followed by Eli's chocolate espresso cheesecake. And guess what? The food this time was uniformly excellent, although that the orange segments that had come with the duck
last time weren't there, being replaced by half a plum fanned out nicely. But the duck was even better - never frozen, perfectly cooked. And the "charcuterie," actually a lump of tenderloin, was cooked properly this time (last time it was red rare, not
the most appetizing thing for pork that you don't know where it's been), which alas meant that the vegetables were slightly over. They poured the Santa Carolina (Maipo Valley) Cab, which went pretty well. I had extra pills and ate the dessert this time.
They have since I left totally rerouted the traffic at Logan. I stood waiting for the bus for an age before I realized that they've moved the bus stop about a kajillion feet away, from the United area to the AirTran/Alitalia area. Boo, hiss.