An evening out at the Pacific Dining Car requires one to dress in suitable attire.
I ordered the prime rib, mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus. There was a tie-wearing guy across from me who ordered the chicken, no tomatoes (obviously).
I think the steak looked remarkably similar to my waiter…
…I suspected foul play.
After several glasses of iced tea, I returned to my roots in flush photography.