Magazine article The Spectator

Fare in the Air

Magazine article The Spectator

Fare in the Air

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Singular life

Fare in the air

Petronella Wyatt

Where is this deli?' asked the woman passenger next to me of the stewardess with eyes like Adriatic rock pools -- grey and rimmed with thick black. `We are not going to Delhi, madam,' she replied with bureaucratic hauteur. `We are going to Venice.'

'I know,' said the woman passenger. `But where is this deli?' She pointed to the plastic lid of food she had been given. Written across the top were the words `All Day Deli'. `Is this deli in London?' she persisted. `It isn't anywhere,' said the stewardess, barely able to conceal her exasperation. `It's what the food is called now on British Airways.'

`Well, it's horrible,' the woman said. The stewardess was amazed, as if someone had stuffed a live halibut down her regulation jumper. `I'm so unhappy,' she said in a voice trembling with sarcasm.

I looked at my own plastic tub. The stewardess had said it was chicken salad. I could distinguish the salad, a withered leaf or two and a tomato with a face like one of Louis XVI's royal aunts, but where was the chicken? There was a small collection of what appeared to be pink marbles. On prodding one with my fork the exterior gave way to reveal some white flesh - this evidently was the chicken. I put it in my mouth. This turned out to be an error. The thing tasted like an explosive dipped in chilli.

`Hey,' I said to the stewardess after I had spat it out. `That woman was right. This is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted.' She turned on her heels.

It wasn't the first time. For about six months BA has been producing this `All Day Deli' stuff. I have fond memories of when the food used to be a roll, cheese in a wrapper and a slice of chocolate cake. Then, like the food in the NHS, the economy grub was given a rehaul. You have a choice of two 'ethnic' dishes. One, or both, usually has a mound of cous-cous pressed to the bottom of the plastic tub.

Two elderly English passengers were similarly distressed. `Is this semolina?' asked the wife. `And if so, why does it have peppers in it?' Don't get me wrong - ethnic food is great but not when it is prepared for the economy cabins of British Airways.

I have started taking my own food on board. You can buy potted shrimps at Heathrow and a packet of cut-price smoked salmon. Last week I bought a tin of pate. …

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