Mr. ChristianMr. Christian read the red plastic tag on the white linen jacket of the black dining car attendant laughing and calling us Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor traveling incognito! and saying we needed a special wine which he found to go with our lobster Newberg. Some others didnt like his service and said so often and loudly (in the only dining room for eighteen hundred miles) which is why he didnt serve them well. Rude passengers turn fantastic waiters deaf, dumb and blind. The kitchen staff provided entertainment. After some incomprehensible shouting we heard dishes, glasses crashing. Then Mr. Christian peeked and closed the kitchen door. Looking back toward us, smirking, arms folded as he leaned against the door, he said There seems to have a slight al-ter-ca-tion as the steward pushed his way into the fight. The new calm was broken by the stewards Do that again I put your ass off in Oakland! That was leaving Seattle, lunch time. Our dinner with Mr. Christian was near Eugene. Special salads, excellent steaks, special red wine. Would we have the dessert strawberry shortcake which wasnt on the menu but is, for you two? It was embarrassingly enormous. It was delicious. We asked Mr. Christian to join us for drinks later but he couldnt; against the rules. Well, goodbye, and thank you; well be off the train before breakfast. We saw him once more. Next morning a knock on our bedroom door and Mr. Christian telling us that the trains delay meant a continental if relatively uneventful breakfast before goodbye. And thank you.