The Miles High Breakfast Club
salmon and egg muffin, honey baked turkey, tomato, sauteed spinach
mushroom omelette, sausage, parsley potatoes and tomato concassee
arabian scrambled eggs, chunky foul medames, baharat potatoes
It can’t be easy preparing a meal for 400 people, prepacked or not. Different cultures and religion make the menu choice that little bit harder. Religion plays a very big part in the choice of food on offer, add in that half your guests are asleep and a good percentage of the remainder are tipsy, where angels fear to tread your always jolly air hostess must. When it’s all ready and the breakfast wagon is loaded up to roll, if you are missing something, at 33000 feet no one is going to volunteer to pop out and get it.
On the homeward Abu Dhabi to London flight breakfast was served two hours before our 6-45am arrival. Perhaps it was the hunger but my selection of omelette didn’t taste bad at all. In the restaurant’s economy class, leg room was a little cramped and the table placings could have been better, but I left with only one real complaint. I entered the Miles High Breakfast Club on a hot and balmy Arabian night, I was shown the door and exited into a cold, bleak and damp British morning.
Ever since I’ve been wondering how they spell bacon, black pudding and fried bread on the business class menu.
Footnote Next week I intend writing a blog that will look back at my 20 day stay in the Land Of Smiles. The blog will be of a question and answer format, I can collect my questions from my Team UK family and friends, I would much prefer to receive them from you. Favourite location, best meal, funniest moment, whatever. If you have a holiday question for me then please email it to firstname.lastname@example.org or leave it in the comments box. Your question(s) will contain a link back to your site. Thank you.
Since I shall be enjoying a similar treat in cattle class this time next week your post comes at an opportune moment.
However in the meantime sitting here the gentle breeze wafting the palms, the soi dogs sleeping and the karaoke packed away from my neighbours house it is difficult to hallucinate sorry imagine images of the self contained hell hole that I will be occupying for 11 hours.
Thank you for reminding me, who knows they might bump me up to Business Class-Ha Ha!
Thai Airways got too expensive (cattle class) so I started looking around.
The special deals with Qatar were amazing.
So I flew business class Bangkok / Dohar / London and back for the Xmas holidays.
There is nothing better than sipping champaign while the rest of the plane is fill up. That and sampling the different wines and dishes.
My only complaint this trip? The bed controls didn’t quite work on the first leg, so I found myself flat back and facing the ceiling while giving my dinner order.
Business class would be nice…at least you guys have a shorter flight. 17 hours in business class coming home is enough to send one into a serious depression…eggs or not.
I’ve always had a soft spot for airline food. I like organising all the little portions and packets and obligatory lump of cheese into a little tower, seeing how high i can make it before the turbulence sends it flying about the cabin. You can use the knife and spork as scaffolding poles and build some truely remarkable structures. Towers of nut roast, bridges of pasta, churches of chicken with little broken biscuit gravestones. Hours of fun on a long hall.
I have a couple of questions for your next blog.
1. What is your favourite blog entry and why?
2. If Thailand was a wild animal, what kind of animal would it be? (I’m going for spider monkey?)
3. Is custard evil?
Mike – You can always guarantee when you finally can’t hold off going to the toilet, you hit air turbulence and the seat belt sign comes on for half of a hour.
Talen – 17 hours is one long flight. I need to split my 12 hours into two legs, 17 would sure drive me nuts.
Catherine – I had a surprise upgrade on the first leg going over. Coming back it was cattle class all the way. I can see why people travel Business class, pure luxury.
Winters SEO – Is custard evil? I’m wondering if you eat your food or just make weird shapes with it.
17 hours one leg is a horrific flight, and one most Australians will know.
I lived in Brunei for nine years.
RBA (Royal Brunei Airlines) gave special deals as long as people landed in Brunei.
So there’d be all these Australians on my flights from Brunei to the UK.
Poor things, they’d already been a day in transit and still had 12+ hours to go.
On a plane with NO ALCOHOL.
17 hours on the trip to Thailand is easy because I’m happy and excited to be returning…the 17 hours back is quite horrific and usually full of children too…
Any babies within three rows, and I’m off like a rocket as soon as the final passengers are on board to search out a quiet corner… on my last two trips the flights have had quite a few spare seats, so I’ve been lucky enough to be able to stretch out…