I write this entry as I fly back to
The combination of hunger, my general abhorrence of flying, and extreme boredom severely deteriorated my usually critical eye towards food. Nevertheless, even in my weakened state, I concur that airplane food is as bad as people claim. The grilled chicken strips in my salad tasted mushy and made me question if the strips were actually from a real chicken. The “feta” cheese tasted like plastic. I also had a sneaking suspicion that the salad was just a larger and better presented version of the meal in coach. Ironically, the tortilla soup was the tastiest part of the meal, and I usually cannot stand soups. Although the soup was a bit salty, it contained a good consistency of corn and tomatoes. By dipping my roll (which was fortunately served soft and warm) in the soup, I was able to offset the overly flavorful soup with the blandness of the roll. The dessert, a “fresh” chopped fruit bowl, looked presentable but was served as warm as the soup, which made me think that there was a high probability that consumption might lead to food poisoning.
All and all, the happiest moment of the flight was the landing.