Another belated Foto Friday: adventures in Upper Class dining 15 February 2010 1:53 pm
Posted by Tracy in : consumerism,eating,food as spectator sport,food snobbery,not even vegetarian,photos,pictures,salad,silly,travel,vegetarian,weird , trackbackAll right, party people, I’m pretty sure this is the last post in my series on traveling super-fancy Virgin Atlantic Upper Class style. The first was during the trip out to my Opa’s funeral early last month, then a few weeks later I showed off my flying fancy schwag (and the Virgin Clubhouse at Heathrow, OMG, and yesterday Friday I posted a bit about the actual in-flight experience. But I have, in a sense, saved the best for last, which is to say today I’ll be writing about what I ate on said ridiculously luxurious flight.
Perusng the menu.
Again, to stop myself from further procrastination with my intentions of scanning the menu and/or making a panorama of the parts of the menu I photographed, here’s the latter pictures:
My breakfast order.
You can click on the pictures to see larger versions at Flickr, and verify that yep, they are indeed offering breakfast in bed. Whee! In the meantime, however, there was dinner to be had. Here’s Piett, waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing:
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding ding ding!
And here’s dinner!
Mixed greens with roasted peppers and yogurty dressing, blurry-with-excitement spinach-ricotta gnocchi with roasted tomatoes and broccolini, and the red wine is a Camparrón Selección Toro (a kind of Tempranillo, which is Spanish for “red wine Tracy likes.”)
Note how the meal is not only served on real china, glass, and metalware, but appears to be made of actual food. (Also, real table linens!) The other hot dinner option was chicken cacciatore with butter noodles and sautéeed asparagus, and I have no idea if it was real food but my gnocchi et al. were most pleasing indeed, especially when accompanied by fresh bread:
The options were cheesy (Gouda), onion-poppyseed, and garlic bread.
and a little dinner music:
Awwww, yeah.
A brief digression is in order here. You see, readers, for years I couldn’t stand the song “Space Oddity” because once upon a time I used to get really airsick, and over the course of one particularly long and nauseating flight it seemed like that song played hundreds of times on the crappy in-flight entertainment system, and so I came to associate “Space Oddity” (even cover versions) with feeling really, really ill. Eventually, however, I was won over by pretty much everything else David Bowie ever did, in particular “Starman” and especially the version on Bowie at Beeb: Best of BBC Radio 68-72
Now, moving on to dessert!
White chocolate-raspberry cheesecake, and tea.
Yay for tea! Speaking of tea, it also featured in my breakfast order, which came close to bed tea in Nepal in its awesomeness:
Just showing off the fanciness one more time.
So let’s see, that’s tea, somewhat unfortunately melon-heavy fruit and yogurt, müesli, and delicious, delicious bacon roll. NOM NOM NOM. Then I had more tea.
And that was all right. Now, just to end on a comical note, here’s my brother, being very sad about the offerings in Continental coach class on the way home:
I may have been laughing too hard to get a focused picture. (I didn’t even get the food in the frame in my first attempt.)
I don’t even remember what’s in Piett’s sad little tinfoil dish there. I had the vegetarian offering, which was, um, not completely unpalatable:
Hey, at least the Coke had real sugar in it.
And that concludes my not-so-little photo essay on the dining difference between Virgin Upper Class and Continental coach. What a difference a huge increase in price can make! (Also, yay for cashing in frequent flyer miles during family emergencies.)
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