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Dull

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Meals on flights seem to belong in two camps. Either they are awful or they manage to be just OK. My recent British Airways flight back from Mexico City to London involved food of the fairly awful variety.

My expectations were high after the decent dishes I was served on my way over to Distrito Federal, but the reality was disappointing.

The main meal was an uninspired and unenjoyable mix of rice and vegetables, a cup featured barely ripe fruit pieces while the salad was overfilled with slimy mushrooms.

I didn’t even attempt to eat the dessert as it looked like it was made with dairy milk and was not labelled as vegan. Actually, my entire meal was labelled vegetarian as opposed to the vegetarian/vegan label on Josh’s meal. This is why we pack out own snacks, right plant eaters?

The only thing worse than the meal was the movie I watched during the trip. If you get a kick out of dreadful films, watch Austenland.

Check out the photos below and see all my inflight meal posts here.

Uninspired
Uninspired
Slimy salad
Slimy salad
Unripe fruit
Unripe fruit
Dairy dessert?
Dairy dessert?
The film was the perfect match for the meal
The film was the perfect match for the meal

Vegan airways

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A quick little post to continue my thematic entries about food I eat while up in the air.

The meal featured below was served to me during my recent flight with British Airways between London and Mexico City. Vegans are only too aware of how erratic flight food can be, but I give serious dues to this meal. It was a solid effort.

I eyed my tray suspiciously
Liked all good vegans, I eyed my tray suspiciously
The cous cous was tasty
The cous cous was tasty
Mixed pulse salad
Mixed pulse salad
Fruit with compote
Fruit with compote

As you can see, I did alright!

I would love to feature your meals in the sky if you are keen to share your experiences. Just let me know.

MEX-LHR eating

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There is nothing more tragic and upsetting than a vacation coming to an end.

You know that sinking feeling, right? Having to pack and keep busy on your last day of holidays, with a mammoth flight hanging over your head. There isn’t enough time to go sightseeing and it is heartbreaking as you pile everything into a suitcase that has been doing nothing but gather dust for a month or so.

These feelings of depression are still sitting with me even after a fortnight back in London. I miss the weather, culture, people and friends of Mexico CIty… and the gay bars serving cold beer.

The only upside of having to get on that plane for 10 hours and be spirited away from my favourite city was the airline remembering my vegan meal and the meal being rather acceptable.

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