Making my way to Manhattan

I'm on my way to Manhattan for a long weekend and hopefully some great food adventures.  Oh, and to visit a friend of course. 

What started as an early morning jaunt to the airport and the usual slow-moving lines ended up being slightly comical, for me at least.  While waiting in line to board my flight I saw a woman slowly walking toward friends with a huge bag of sandwiches.  She was obviously not cut out for the walk (apparently her wheelchair hadn't arrived) and they had been holding up the entire line so that she and her companions could board.  "Why did you have to walk to the other end of the airport for sandwiches?" growled one of her companions.  In my groggy head I thought "Isn't it obvious?  Because the food on planes is abhorrent or absent."  At this point I clutched my bananas and peanut butter cookies tighter for fear of being separated.

Faced with a long layover in Seattle I took my time getting out of the departure area and onto the internal tram.  My brain must have stayed in San Francisco because for the life of me I couldn't figure out which stop was the right one for my connecting flight gate.  After three complete rounds on the tram and two departures I found myself outside security again.  "You didn't have to leave the security area, the gate was within walking distance."  Isn't there something about someone stating the obvious AFTER the fact?

The saving grace of my layover was a pleasant lunch at Anthony's Fish Bar that didn't empty my pocketbook (I'm saving that for Manhattan.)  A plastic platter of cod and chips with water (tap) was $8.79.  And the tarter sauce was pretty darned good too.

Finally ready to board my flight to NYC, I am excited about the culinary discoveries and sights awaiting me.  Hopefully I won't encounter the same roundtrips on the subway before reaching my final destination!