More than 5,000 miles later, the pre-arrival meal was a fairly decent beef and scrambled eggs. I'm assuming United paid special attention to the catering for this route because it normally isn't this good? And just shy of 6,000 miles later, it was a fancy arrival at Queen Alia International Airport in Amman, Jordan, complete with water cannon salute and a big crowd of dignataries waiting with a balloon arch once we got off the place.
There must have been some additional activities after landing, but they weren't open to the public because no one showed up to the special signs or cake 30 minutes later. Being a mere plebe I started the rest of my trip in a very long immigration line, picked up my rental car, and then hit the road to Petra, where the hotel buffet did the job for dinner and it was time to call it a day.