My obsession with the rails usually finds me standing on cold platforms, but here in Ann Arbor, I can indulge my “trackside fever” from the comfort of a velvet-tufted chair.
This beautifully restored Michigan Central depot is a high-speed transit straight to the golden age of travel, where soaring arches remind you that getting there used to be an art form.
I’ll admit I spend more time watching the Amtrak Wolverine glide past the window than I do checking the menu, but when those legendary warm poppyseed rolls arrive, even a seasoned rail-fan like me can be momentarily diverted…