Those of you with a close view of my personal life know that I have been doing quite a lot of travelling recently. Every few weeks I hop on a plane to Johannesburg and return, an exhausted husk, in time for the weekend.
These excursions have interfered somewhat with my blogging schedule, but have yielded a wealth of reportable material. This evening I was planning a vitriolic rant about airline food.
You see, My Employer flies me around on the local version of that fine airline, British Airways. They are a pretty good airline too. The staff are friendly and professional, and they fly that old stalwart, the Toyota Corolla of the Air, the Boeing 737. By and large the aircraft are comfortable. All airlines have their foibles and the particularly important one with BA is this: Avoid sitting in a B or E seat, and avoid 11D completely.
The food, however, is awful. Generally they offer a choice between a sort of Lamb Surprise and a sort of Vegetarian Surprise. The lamb often comprises that old favourite, Lamb Lasagne, made with real, identifiable chunks of meat. Tonight, however, I got Lamb Rice Cakes, in which I managed to detect no lamb whatsoever, and hardly any noticeable rice. On the morning flight, you receive a tablespoon sized scoop of salad. This is composed, in the main, of grated Mystery Fruit. It looks like it might be very old pear, but it tastes like slightly wheaty pineapple core.
I was planning to go on at some length about this cuisine and so, on tonight’s flight, I decided to read the pamphlet provided by the company that makes it (beware of automatically played voice recording). They include a list of their restaurants (presumably so that you can avoid them), and a 10% discount voucher. When I looked at the voucher, I realised that the last word on this subject had already been spoken.
