Some people I know had a dreadful Jet Blue experience. My story is different. Anytime I can fly to NYC for $67 (one-way), listen to XM radio and watch a hockey game showing on front of my friend’s seat while sitting only two-on-each-side-of-the-aisle, I’m pretty happy.
Compared to the bovine bunching of the A-B-C categorizing from the SW folks, this feels at least one step up the evolutionary chain. It’s not first-class, but they have a little sass.
Verdict: one round-trip into the Jet Blue experience, I’m using my opposable digit to signify my happiness.