Let the Adventure Begin!
Of all things, Peet's coffee at JFK! A whiff of left coast in a sea of Sopranos. The boss insists on handling every cent, clearly thinks my quest for Fair Trade dark roast an eccentric extravagance, yet insists on paying for it. Conversely, the extravagance of forced meal consumption is nothing short of amazing. Dinner at the airport, dinner on the plane, then lunch at Heathrow, then dinner on the plane (again). Total actual elapsed time between meals: about 3 hours. I could not keep up, and enduring dour glares skipped the Heathrow lunch in favor of the saved boxed airline breakfast. Clearly, there is a minefield of food control issues here. We stayed over the day at the Thistle Heathrow--close, clean, and pleasant, though they have no record of the booking.