I don't remember filet mignon, they'd let you up into the cockpit to meet the pilot, and they'd give you these cool wings you could pin on your shirt, and they'd give you a free deck of united playing cards if you asked for them.
Sometimes I'll take advantage of that and chat with a them for a few moments. Then I leave them alone because they've got more important things to do than idle chitchat with an engineer.
Rows of people (much/most of the plane) smoking, with a flimsy curtain dividing them from the on-smoking section. Getting off with your clothes smelling like an ashtray.
And stewardesses (before they were called "flight attendants") would sometimes ask if it was okay to be seated in a smoking section. I agreed once when I was around 16 years old. Big mistake. I sat next to a dude that chain-smoked the entire flight from San Francisco to St. Louis.
I once ended up in the smoking section by accident. The smoking section was almost always in the back of the plane and I was in the habbit of requesting a seat "as close to the front of the plane as possible." But once time the smoking section was in the front, and I didn't realize this until the no-smoking sign went off and everyone around me lit up. It was a nightmare.
Happily, there were empty seats in the back and I was able to move. Thank God, because it was a trans-Atlantic flight.
I bet if you paid the inflation adjusted fare you payed then, you could fly first class now and have that food plus a lot of other benefits such as increased safety, quieter flight, higher cabin pressures which will result in a more comfortable flight.
Filet mignon, garlic-chive mashed potatoes, cheddar broccoli.
Today, peanuts, if any.
Crashes, lucky then, lucky now.