On one end of the spectrum, the muffuletta. On the other end of the spectrum, the, um, other posts.
I'm in a physical tizzy from going from delectation to revulsion. And all I was going to do was apologize for my kid kicking the back of your seat. Or leaning on her tray table so that she jostled your seat.
K, didn't you once tell me a very funny name you had for the rigors of traveling with children?