The last time I took the Lake Shore Limited overnight, nearly three years ago and just before the pandemic, the only hot breakfast item available was the Jimmy Dean hockey puck, which the LSA would heat up if you requested one. He also dispensed coffee. Otherwise, breakfast was entirely self-service, with Styrofoam bowls, plastic cutlery and thin paper napkins. There were a few kinds of cold cereal, some apples and bananas, tiny containers of yogurt and prepackaged muffins -- what my wife calls "glue muffins." I put something together. It was better than nothing, but it was my only meal on a 16-hour ride for which I paid far more than I did for my more recent Acela trip. I left the Lake Shore feeling hungry and vowing to stay away, which is partly why my Amtrak travel since then has been limited to the triangle between Maine, Virginia and upstate New York.