Before leaving for Iceland, I called Icelandair to order a “special” (i.e., vegetarian) meal for my flight. I can only assume that when airlines use the word special to describe their food, it’s in attempt to convince gullible passengers that their onboard dining experience will far exceed that of the stale pre-flight panini consumed at the airport Starbucks. Aware of this possible trickery, I kept my expectations low, although I did expect at least the cursory roll with butter. But peeling back the foil on the container (which, in size, was even rivaled by Healthy Choice TV dinners), I discovered a small serving of vegetables, whose appearance might have insulted even frequent customers of the Old Country Buffet.