Dispatch from the Empire Builder: The Metropolitan Lounge in Portland's Union Station

Me and Dolly-girl hopped a gypsy cab run by a couple looked just like
Anthony Kay and Kay Anthony. "Union Station and step on it!". He did. We
checked into the Metropolitan Lounge and relaxed with a cuppa. Not exactly
what I was looking for -- I had a hankering to drown a couple olives at
Wilf's but they don't open until 15 minutes after #28 heads west. Poor
planning on their part I'd say ...