Et tu, Delta?
I’ve seen my fair share of in-air dining the past few months. I’m here to tell you that 99% has been awful.
Swiss Air & Air Berlin, you’re in the 1%. I’d like to occupy you more often.
With a few hours to myself in Atlanta before my flight to Lima, I treated myself to a big lunch. I knew the food on the plane would be barely edible, so I wanted to make sure I was happily fed. Six hours spent hungry, in coach or first class, is six hours spent very cranky.
Of course, when the food cart came round and I was offered the chicken, pasta or cold chicken salad, I had to take one. Research, you know. NSF, where are you?
is what they called “pasta”.
Black beans? In a closed space? What are you thinking, Delta? And don’t even get me started on that bread roll. It was ice cold! A hockey puck of carbohydrate appearances, it’s a wonder these were not secured by TSA because I’m sure they would have made excellent projectiles.
Have a happy Friday, friends, and a wonderful weekend. I foresee fresh baguettes in your futures.