As someone who has flown longhaul economy for over 30 years, I must protest at the almost universal condemnation of in-flight catering.
I remember staggering off 747's at Heathrow with a feeling of nausea that wouldn't leave me for days. Being young I could neither imbibe copious amounts of alcohol (my father's tactic) or refuse any of the plastic deserts that accompanied each mystery meal. It was truly horrendous!
These days it is quite possible to have a decent meal (yes - even in cattle-class) though Qantas is currently going through some internal struggle between the catering consultants and the bean-counters. It looks like the latter have the upper hand at the moment.
No - I can forgive the occasional dodgy meal, but I was quite peeved with the service on QF2 from Bangkok last weekend. They started wheeling the trolleys down to the front of economy just as I queued-up Syriana on the VOD (which worked perfectly by the way). I next looked up when the trolley appeared beside me, but they were just returning empty for another load. I was a bit peckish by then and surprised that I had missed first sitting, but then I realised that I was in an unusually rearward seat (48C) because I had picked up in Bangkok rather than come through from London.
Back to the film to try keep tabs on all the sub-plots ... really getting quite hungry now, what with the smells from the lucky diners .... now why did George think he was going to get away with that one? Oh dear - out with the pliers, and then the inevitable happens - dinner arrives.
It must have been a good 45 minutes after they started serving, and the harried FA's were just plonking down trays on empty tables without the usual "what would you like?". Obviously choice was no longer available, but when the FA blurted out "whatwouldyouliketodrink?" she misunderstood my intent when I said "What is it?" I was then given the rote apologies about lack of choice, which I had to interrupt to ask again "Yes - but what is it?" "Oh - it's beef" "Well I'll have a red then" "Shiraz or Cab/Sav?" "BOTH!"
After all that the meal was pretty good, but where they buggered off to for half an hour is what I'd like to know.
Cheers,
Andrew
P.S. Didn't find any fingernails in the gravy.
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