3/2/12 - a day which will live in, well, some kind of memory A tale of a couple hours in the lounge, a couple hours on the plane, rinse, repeat several times. All because desamo posted that people were going to be on the final Continental takeoff (but not the final CO landing, which I couldn't afford, at least in the style to which I am accustomed - good they were mutually exclusive). For some reason the Metro was running very nicely, so I got to the airport in time to think on "Fudd's or Five Guys?," to which the answer was, as I passed the former site of Legal Seafood, Sam & Harry's. I'd eaten a really pretty tasty ribeye here and decided to go for the sirloin strip this time (for several more bucks). I should have been more mindful of my other Sam & Harry's experiences elsewhere, where the sirloin was not up to the quality of the other cut. Anyhow, a 10-oz steak a la carte is $25, extras being a relatively reasonable $4 each, sized, uncharacteristically for a steakhouse, for one. A nice, rather cute, smiling waitress. I had the house light ale, a mild but respectable brew, medium amber, almost opaque. Yeasty and a little bretty, but not unpleasant. I'd guess this was a Dominion product. The steak came, a thinnish cut, part of the tail attached, but, wonder of wonders, a good fat cap. Regular-looking, cut from frozen it appeared. Fairly tender, not too unjuicy, mot too flavorful, and I was super thankful for the good fat cap. Excellent for a supermarket steak; bordering on disappointment for $40 a pound. Extra rare as ordered, with half a head of roast garlic as the garnish (not so good as last time). A side of creamed spinach didn't come; the explanation was that "she's making a fresh batch." The fresh batch eventually came. It's not rocket science to make: thaw some chopped, half a pack per person, cook until tender, add random dairy product, microwave until hot. strew with grana, eh walla. In this case step 2 was omitted, and the spinach was on the tough side. A pretty expensive lunch, and only moderately good. By the time I left the place was full of people eager to spend wads of money. Security was pretty breezy, although as has happened several times they detected something at my waistline. The TSA's jokey way of telling me to lose a few pounds, I think, or else I shuck my dirttails in imperfectly. The club was moderately busy. I went to my oasis, the work carrels at the far end, where the guy two carrels down I'd seen here a couple weeks ago, horrors, or was it in Philly, worse? Same ugly tie. The snack here today was Milanos. You know what's better than Milanos? Mint Milanos. Haven't seen these in a while. They were common in the early '70s and then disappeared for a few years, then returned, and now I don't know what has happened to them again. By the way, orange milanos are wretched. Alterra coffee tastes like train brakes smell.