787 inaugural DFW-ORD (we obviously weren't on it). As we anticipated some festivities at the gate, we got an early shuttle to the airport and arrived at L10 in the depressing part of Terminal C, where they had set up a somewhat gala reception for the crowd of dignitaries and enthusiasts who had turned up for the occasion. Being the custodian of my friend Annie's camera, I snapped a bunch of shots of the 787's first commercial at least visit to Chicago. Before the hordes debarked, we rushed off to the Admiral's Club, where we staked out a nice spot in the quiet room. At some point, on one of my trips to refill our glasses of the light, pineapplish house red wine, I ran into the happy bunch who had been on the flight, of whom I knew oh, maybe, 20. Friendly Skies, legalalien, techgirl, ParanoiaTX, and a passel of others; there were supposedly upward of 75 FTMMers on that trip, with more who hadn't signed up on the thread. As we were scheduled on the return to Dallas, we went back to L10, where we were given bags of a strange mixture of cheesy and caramel popcorn courtesy of Garrett, a local snack company. The combination (I didn't taste until later) actually kind of works. They handed out commemorative amenity kits that included that same Garrett popcorn (Chicago origin) and Dallas Popcorn Co. popcorn (from Hyattsville, MD), an iPad cover, and an i-device charger. AA2334 ORD DFW 1210 1454 788 12AB We got two seats in a three row, and the unfortunate third, an active-duty military guy who had zero idea of what was going on, turned out not to have gotten a kit. I offered him mine, which he initially accepted and then decided he would go back off the plane and get one of his own, which he eventually did, so I got mine back, though I gave it away to person or persons unknown. kiwi, the most extraordinary traveler I know, was in 6A a few rows ahead, and I went up there for a visit; he very kindly offered to let me sit in the seat (I accepted for a short while) and taste the festive meal (looked like Chef Boyardee rigatoni in tomato sauce with cheese; I declined the honor). It was a nice and pretty pumped crew, different from the inaugural one; they kept asking those who were doing the round trip whether their service was up to that of the other flight - from what I heard, the answer was yes. Off to the Admiral's Club right by the gate for drinks and chats with kiwi, who had charmed the desk into giving him an excess of drink coupons, so instead of the usual swill I asked for a Pyrat XO in a snifter ,,, and was given something strange, which turned out to be Captain Morgan, which does not go well in a snifter. I had to get a Coke to balance it out. We decided this was a cue to get out of there, so we said goodbye to Kiwi and went two terminals down to the Centurion lounge, whose catering is designed if not executed by Dean Fearing. The offerings included fideo with winter vegetables and grana, totally tasteless; short rib tacos with not so much short rib in them, despite which they kept running out; and smoked chicken enchiladas, which were surprisingly okay. Also surprisingly okay were refritos and surprisingly unokay was rice. We witnessed a couple of southern origin who exclaimed excitedly in Spanish "!arroz y frijoles!" when they saw them. Almond cake for afters. Given the good things I'd heard about the San Francisco one, and considering that Dallas is the equal of that city in wealth and pretension, I found the place unimpressive enough. On a subsequent visit the food was substantially better, though the boozal situation was not. Which included a line at the bar, which periodically went unattended; it turns out that you can give a roving waitress a buck, and she gets the stuff much faster than you can yourself. My drink of choice was Remy Martin VSOP; lili's a couple glasses of a reasonable Rhone.