Alaska Airlines from Burbank to New York Stewart International Airport

Ever had a moment of epiphany that the west coast isn't as fascinating as the burritos, the sun kisses and casual Fridays had earlier convinced you? We all have been there. That's when the heart begins to lust after Gotham's empyrean lights and bewildering hustle, and all you can think about is catching one-way tickets and wave a cheerful, Cali-sun-soaked goodbye. That, my globetrotting comrade, is an ideal moment to consider Alaska. Yes, you heard that right. Not the frigid state, but rather its namesake airline, flying you high from Burbank to New York Stewart International Airport - not just the prelude to your east coast saga but also proof of why mankind leapt off trees and stretched their dreams toward the azure canvas.

No, we're not talking about cheap flights or your run-of-the-mill domestic flights either. Oh no, honey. We're diving into the veritable Sundae of air travel, minus the mind-numbing sugar rush. But before we get into the thick of things, here's a nugget: Did you know Alaska, despite all its frosty veneer, is home to over 70 potentially active volcanoes? Can't seem prestigious airlines pack a few hot surprises too!

Ohh yes, the wonder of Alaska, nestled amidst fluffy clouds. Have you ever dared to dream of free movies, sipping on Artisan Roast coffees from your comfortable First-Class cocoon, cruising above the mundanity below? Or perhaps you're more into the heralded Premium Economy Class, reminding you that semi-luxury isn't merely a capitalist mirage. "Heads up!" screams the flight attendant, an organic chocolate truffle whizzing past your nose. Ah! The thrill of the gourmet chase.

The agenda spinning magic in the Alaska air sprinkles words like "First-class" and "Business class" like in-flight confetti, sending your expectations aloft faster than their jaw-dropping Flight duration. Yet, at no point do they stoop to the level of those fame-thirsty Vloggers claiming to discover Atlantis in a wardrobe. No sir. Alaska's an old hand at the grounded promises game, dishing tangible comfort under their flashy baubles.

Should you suddenly feel the urge to chuck some extra necessities into your satchel for that big trip - a collection of Russian stacking dolls or a two-man tent, perhaps; Alaska's Baggage allowance wouldn't smite your zealous spirit under a pile of penalties. Here, passenger satisfaction is an unspoken prayer, not some crafty marketing whisper.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, you finalize on business class, having indulged in secret fantasies of sipping champagne and toying with the silverware, like sophisticated old Sir Higgington from seat 1A does. Except your maps misdirected; the Airfare turned out a pile taller than your mismatched socks drawer. Fear not, my would-be airborne friend. Have you heard about the Mileage program? Those air miles haven't been stretching their hamstrings for nothing. As it turns out, they can relinquish your wallet from the heavy duty of premium bookings in a puff of unceremonious smoke, like an old-timey parlor magic trick.

Alaska's punctuality deserves a medal, perhaps even a speech from your naggy school principal, who, in all likelihood, is not as good a judge of a perfect Flight schedule. No more peering out the blinds, desperate for that red-eye flight, or apprehensive of Last-minute flights. At Burbank, every minute is the 'Best time to book.' Probably because their alarm clocks don't snooze as much;

So, if you thought air travel was a necessary evil, a cumbersome hurdle before your antics hit Times Square, try Alaska. They might just have the secret sauce that'll have you looking at St. Peter's stairs in a new, decidedly cloudy light. Buckle up, adventurer! NYC's just a charming flight away.