After 27 hours on an Amtrak train next to a young lady whose breath was destructive upon her entry on the train, whereas most would be rancid after waking up from sleeping on a poorly angled once reclined seat, I only wanted to eat alone. My bag of Wise chips and coconut cookies didn't have the lasting effect I foretold, and train food doesn't sound appealing. Steak on a train? I'd rather starve another 10 hours. Thank you.
After departing the train and arriving at the MIami Amtrak station, a train which departed New York and traveled all along the east coast, one would expect to see yellow cabs waiting to get money. Nothing.
