For the first time in my life, I flew on first class when going to Panama. After flying like that, it saddens me to think that after the return trip, I probably won't fly like that again for a very long time.
On the plane I wasn't called sir or you, I was always referred to as Mr. Ingram. How often does your flight attendant refer to you by name? Never happened before for me.
You know how on the plane they give you that stupid bag of nuts that nobody can open? Well, you don't get a bag nuts, no. You get mixed nuts in a real porcelain plate. I also don't really like assorted nuts that much, however these had the perfect amount of salt. Not too salty, but salty enough for flavor.
There's also no plastic plates, cups, or cutlery. My coke came in a real glass, my lunch (which was awesome for airplane food) came on a real plate and tray, and my cutlery was good stainless steel. Who would even think that such a thing would be allowed on a post 9/11 plane?
Finally the seats speak for themselves. They're a nice size, and there's plenty of leg room. The guy across the aisle from me was even putting his feet up. If even just once, you must fly first class on airplane.