Food and drink: Pretty much, BYO. Though we were handed something called a stroopwafel - a delicious Dutch treat with a rich smear of caramel banged between two waffles. Other than that, they'll get you a water or a fizzy drink if you ask nicely.
The service: The solo crew member does a tidy job of packing us in and waving us out.
Luggage: The cabin is tight, so I hand over my small wheelie bag to be stored below.
After landing, these bags are placed next to the plane door where passengers can retrieve them. Absent-mindedly, I walk right past the thing and exit the security area. United's ground staff are on the case and do a fine job of getting the thing to me - but do yourself a favour and pay attention when they tell you to remember your bag.
Airport experience: At Houston Airport - a slick transfer hub where you can buy cool Nasa mechandise - we settle in for a "light Texan breakfast": A burrito the size of my chest, stuffed with meat, beans and eggs. As it says on the Bullritos website: "Load it with steak, chicken, ground beef or pork. Heck, why not all of 'em?"
Heck, indeed. As far as breakfasts go, it's nothing a five-hour mid-morning nap couldn't handle.
Landing at Memphis, we're greeted by a classical quartet.
The final word: A slick product on a cool wee jetplane.
