2007. KT and I, accompanied by her parents, crossed America via Amtrak.
Three and a half days, Monday afternoon to Thursday early evening, 84 hours, New York City to San Francisco, changing trains during a 3 hour layover in Chicago. The scenery was wonderful; the minuscule 'roomette' she and I shared was reminiscent of a medieval English dungeon known as 'The Cell of Little Ease' and the food was ghastly. A particularly obscene dish was a deep-fried, battered chicken burger apparently composed of vintage leftovers from long-completed poultry autopsies and called the 'Country Fried Steak'.
Two bites into this unsavoury collation I mutterd to KT that my Country Fried Steak tasted more like a Steakly Fried C*nt and was gratified by her incandescent blush and frantic efforts to conceal her giggles from her parents.
All that being said, the trip WAS enjoyable, and if we had a room (which is bigger and has its own toilet and shower rather than a roomette which meant shared facilities in each car) I'd be happy to do it again sometime.