Heh. I was always ever by myself on Via long-distance, and the people I met in the three other seats at the table in the dining car! Great folks! I was on Via’s Canadian once, from Toronto to Vancouver, with a bunch of British tourists (I just wanted to get somewhere, and they were on a package tour); and was seated with various of them at every meal seating. Lots of questions and commentary about Canada, and I was glad to be able to help answer their questions. Good conversation, at any rate. Eating in the dining car was one of the high points of my day.
And that’s one of the treats of train travel: getting to know people whom you never would on an aircraft.
On the other hand, I had to share a table between Montreal and Halifax with a couple who looked down their nose at my lunch of a Montreal smoked meat sandwich and a beer. They were vegan or vegetarian, and they only drank water. For all they conversed between themselves about saving the environment, they sure didn’t pay much attention to it: I pointed out and identified a lot of birds passing by the window, and they didn’t care. They were too busy ignoring nature, but convincing themselves that they were saving the planet. Meh, big deal. I just enjoyed my Montreal Smoked Meat sandwich and beer that much more.
Oh, Lordy. Please don’t get me started on eggs. I cannot eat them, no matter how they are prepared. You want to force me to eat eggs, you ain’t gonna be pleased with the results. Well, I can eat them, if they’re an ingredient among other ingredients (hot and sour soup, in breads or cakes, etc., for example), but on their own, scrambled, over easy, sunny side up, poached, whatever—no. Just no. Let’s just say that a mop and broom will be necessary. You’ll have a mess, I’ll go hungry, nobody’s happy.
Let’s return to the Amtrak long-distance discussion, shall we?