The hot new restaurant in town is Air Canada Flight 166, but for the life of me, I can’t understand what the fuss is about. The seating is cramped, intrusive video advertisements play at the beginning of the meal – which is indifferent at best – and, most baffling of all, when I left the restaurant, I was 2,600 kilometres from where I’d parked.

What can I say? The cartoons get all the attention – but every once in a while, the write-ups deserve a little limelight, too.

By the way, this joke has been kicking around inside my head for three or four years. Nice to finally find the right place for it. :)

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