It’s not just you. Airline food has gone the same way as hospitals trying to make budget have gone, food that does nothing for your well being, food for the sake of saying compliance to regulation, food that has one heck of a nerve to even call itself food. I put an end to the farcical bait and switch notion of an acceptable airline meal the day I was on a flight to Portugal and the meal was curried chicken on a bed of the sickest, white rice you have ever seen. This for a plane load of people, many of whom were elderly, that wouldn’t have recognized a curried anything even if it walked up to them and introduced itself. Now I just pack a picnic lunch worthy of the title “food” with enough to share with the people around me whenever I have to fly.
Menu