Train food

Yesterday morning, I woke up around 730 (or something, I don't know what time zone we were in), remembered that it was my birthday, and headed to the dining car to treat myself. I don't mind the crappy snack bar food for lunch and dinner on these trains, but the other day I had a breakfast sandwich and almost puked on the elderly gentleman sitting next to me in the sightseer lounge. It was awful. So I figured, hey, if I'm going to waste money on a meal on the train at some point, it might as well be breakfast and it might as well be on my birthday. Away I went.

I sat with, of course, some old dudes. They were from Chicago and had a sleeper car, meaning that meals in the dining car are included. They spent much of the meal watching train employees wander past us and debating if they were pulling their weight and were doing a good job. Odd. The meal was decent, although the bacon I had tasted sort of gamey and strange. I couldn't help but note the train's proximity to the Donner Pass, as well as the overnight disappearance of the woman sitting across the aisle from me. Hm.