I'm not renowned as a picky eater, but I'm getting to the stage where I've got to be genuinely hungry before loading up a plate of QP tucker. Popped into the Canberra lounge while waiting for a passenger last night, and the hot food came out. You beaut! says I. But it was sausage rolls cut up in bites and done brown. Hmmmph.
Looking at it with a jaundiced eye, a fair amount of the food on offer is high in fat, sugar and salt - often all three at once. The serve yourself espresso machines are better than instant, but that's about it. Breakfast time in the lounge is probably best foodwise, and that's not saying much.
Then again, it's not the food that attracts me. It's having a haven where I can relax, check my emails, have a hot or cold drink, maybe a nibbly. Most of all the showers in between longhaul. They are pure gold!
The J lounges I've sampled aren't that special, but having a bit more peace and quiet is worth a bit, I guess.
Food in the Flounge in Sydney is a different plate entirely. It's a restaurant. And a good one.
