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And I thought you guys didn't even have long distance trains any more.

American trains are wonderful! I had a great time travelling from New Orleans to LA with my mum about ten years ago. It was about three days solid, and was a deliciously lazy combination of eating, snoozing, reading, and gazing out of the window at the epic amount of space that is Texas. It was how trains should be - crisp white tablecloths and shiny silverware, leisurely three course meals, space to stretch out, and a porter who brought us goodnight drinks. Bit of a contrast to the smelly, graffitied, toilets on tracks that we have over here. I probably have a rose-coloured vision of the state of American trains, but the experience was genuinely lovely.

The Acela trains in the DC--NYC--Boston corridor are wonderful. (And the first-class on those trains is particularly nice. They serve actually yummy food and constantly refresh your drink.)

Betty and Badger are both sort of right! I'm afraid that the trains that aren't in the northeast corridor are primarily lovely because they are luxury ambles rather than viable transit for most people who care about getting where they need to be on the time and date they need to be there.

I need to sample the Acela sometime. I traveled on the non-high-speed version plenty when I lived in DC, but never the Acela, which was very new then. Magically conjure me up a job along the corridor, won't you, Oudemia?

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