Grounded

Next to my office in San Francisco, there was a restaurant with a jungle plane-crash theme. (This was years before "Lost.") The menu was Polynesian, and the cavernous interior featured dense tropical foliage; a grotto; and, most strikingly, the "wreckage" of a jet that purportedly had belonged to Jefferson Airplane. (I guess they upgraded to a starship when they changed their name.)

It was fun to have a mai tai or three in the airplane while "scenery" glided by in the windows, which had been replaced by video screens ... although I'm suddenly wondering, more than a decade after the fact, why we were pretending to fly if we'd already crashed in the jungle. Probably better not to overthink it.

Apparently "airplane food" - and drinks - have a certain universal appeal.

Thanks to Kristine.