Going on a plane is always exciting. You’re either going on holiday, which is pretty cool, or you’re on a business trip – which in my experiences have been pretty rare and so are also pretty exciting.
But the excitement fades away the minute you’re given your meal. This thing, housed in a plastic box with a transparent lid is always grim. The best bit about it is ALWAYS the bread roll. And when a bread roll beats a main meal and a dessert, you know there’s a problem.
We’ve all eaten bad microwave meals. And we’re not asking for gourmet quality food on a flight. But just something that doesn’t look like it’s alreayd been eaten digested and shat out again would be a start. We can put a man on the moon, but we can’t make a decent meal mid-air? Come on British Airways – stop boring us with your sycophantic adverts and make me a decent fucking dinner. PLEASE.