Mile High Club: Fresh Baked Cookies

Damn, what am I, a baller or something?  Who the hell gets a fresh baked cookie while flying over the Rockies?  I did, but I was just flying standby sitting in the back of the Frontier flight from Denver to SF. 

Because of a bad storm in SF, the flight to Denver was delayed 4 hours....we departed at 11pm and as soon as I hit the plane, it was snooze time.  Who knows what kind of delights they tried to serve me in my slumber?!  Frozen custard?  Cherry pie?  Foot massage?

Then on the flight back, I'm immersed in my self-help book (can't believe I'm admitting that), and I look up at the stewardess, in an apron and oven mitt, holding a baking tray of cookies.  In an ideal world, she would have been much cuter, but anyways, she asked me if I wanted one, and I must have looked at her crazy.  DUH! Yes I want a fresh baked cookie!   She told me she was getting more,  and came back moments later with a couple hot and ready ones.  Yeah....that's how it is.  I should have told her to get me some milk too, but I was too busy scarfing down my cookie, and taking a picture of it.

It was sure good for being thousands of feet in air.  It could have been a frozen take and bake cookie but I didn't care.  Most likely, it was, because I doubt she stood there and balled up the babies on her own.  

Mile High Club: Perry's at SFO

Ok, this doesn't technically qualify for the Mile High Club but it was at the airport, and I was supposed to be on the plane when I was eating this. 

I arrived at SFO with a hungry stomach and just enough time to grab a quick bite before the flight to Denver.  But just my luck, because of stormy weather, the flight was delayed for FOUR HOURS.  Now I had all the time to eat.

There weren't too many options for food in the terminal aside from a cafe and Perry's, a sit-down restaurant with a bar.  A bar?  Hell yes, I'm going there.

We waited about 10 minutes for a table.  I loved the blue checkered table cloths...it made it feel like a nice cafe instead of some restaurant inside of an airport.  First things first. Order a drink!

I ordered a mojito with a double shot.  Why not?  Something had to keep my brain off of the fact that I would be living an extra four hours of my life inside of an airport.  Damn, it was a good one too, nice and sweet, but also stiff.  I couldn't taste how hard it was, but believe me, after two of them I wasn't an angry bitch complaining nonstop about the delayed nonstop to Denver. 

The food was good too, but on the pricey side.  What can you expect though from an airport?  I ordered the Salmon BLT that came with house chips and tomato bisque.  I can tell my boy had entree envy, so we went halfsies and I acquired half of his pastrami on rye.  The chips were soooo good, and I dipped most of them in the soup.  The BLT sandwich was good too, and I liked how they served it on an onion roll.  I had to order more sauerkraut to go with the pastrami; it was kind of dry and heavy on the meat.  I like meat, but not when it's the only thing in my mouth!

Since we were pretty much on a free flight, we decided to splurge and get dessert.  It was a toss-up between either that or another order of chips, but the dessert eventually won.  We decided on the warm Oreo brownie with homemade marshmallow fluff and vanilla bean gelato.  It was good, because how can a brownie not be good, but not something that I'll dream about at night. 

I left that spot with a happy high from all the food and drinks.  And after all that money and time spent, it was only an hour that passed.  Damn!