Biscoff cookies are the only thing worth eating on the domestic flights I take. Even the mini pretzels are gross. Pathetic.
What impresses us about Panda Expressās ubiquity is that nearly all outlets are company-owned and operated, not franchises. That family is clearly doing many many things the right way.
When I fly domestically by myself to visit family, I always bring my own food so I can eat when Iām hungry. I live 2 hours from an airport, always have a connection, use wheelchair transport through airports and canāt easily access food in terminals. I always take a sandwich of sharp Vermont cheddar and honey mustard on whole grain bread to put in my carry-on, some seedless grapes, a large Snickers bar and a York peppermint patty. With some tomato juice and/or ginger ale on the planes, that usually satisfies me until I get to where Iām going.
Some of the food for purchase in economy is better than whatās on offer at the terminals. Some of it, however, is just plain odd. Gotta wonder who gets paid to come up with those ideas.
But how did it compare to the cookies on those bus trips?
Nice chocolate proportion!
Thatās my kind of travel meal! Double chocolate!
Everyone loved that Midwest cookie. I think mostly just because it was served warm with the chocolate chips still melted. Frontier kept the cookie for about a year., but eventually abandoned it.
Midwest stopped flying in 2009. They were a really nice airline with great service. I was on a flight on their last day of service and the crew was very emotional once we landed.
I donāt remember any Cookies on those bus rides.If there were some they most likely came from vending machines.
Midwest Express was owned by Kimberly-Clark so their nickname Was Air Kleenex.
I fly London-Madrid return almost every week on Air Europa, and, as a frequent flier, get upgraded about 75% of the time. This gets me a meal on the 2 hour trip, but boy do I wish theyād change the menu a bit more often! Smoked Cod or Swordfish Poke really should not be served on a plane.
Yes, I saw that, but to me it is still not clear if you mean you had to do this day after day after day for some long period of time (which would have me looking for a new job), or if the trips were more occasional in nature.
It developed from Kimberly-Clarkās in-house flight operations.
1968 Pan Am (remember them?) Oakland to Hilo. Roast squab, LeSueur peas and a simple rice pilaff. Mother thought sheād died and gone to heaven. After that, anytime we had canned peas, it was LeSueur brand. I think us kids had burgers and applesauce. Just couldnāt even think of eating baby pigeons.
I never eat on a plane. No matter the distance (even a trip from LAX to SIN).
I usually just eat before in the lounge and save my time to either (1) sleep or (2) work or (3) both.
Any food I get I usually give either to the flight attendant (best way to āupgradeā in-cabin service on a long haul transatlantic flight) or ask the flight attendant to give it to someone in the ābackā.
The dotter introduced us to Bischoff many years ago. As a 7 continent traveller, sheās experienced it all. She only brings her own snacks and fresh veggies and freezes her yogurt so it is a solid at check-in.
The most amusing mealTIME on a plane was back when husband and I used to book aisle and window, and the middle seat would usually stay empty. Usually, But when filled, it was often a young, lanky kid who was just running late. Husband and I would never utter a word to each other during the entire flight. So there we were, the three of us.
Husband orders a Bloody Mary. I get out my trusty bottle of Chalula sauce, the holy grail of airplane food killer. I shake the bottle. Husband picks us his drink and it slips, landing upsidedown in his lap. I open my Chalula and half a bottle pours out into my hand. The kid in the middle freezes, and rightly so. Who knows what these two crazies will do next?
Should have been a cowboy.
In 1988 (I was 28) I got a business to 1st. upgrade on British Caledonian from London to Tokyo and I was asked how I wanted my steak cooked, which I thought was pretty cool. They also left the bottle of Port with me. It did not end well.
We like to plan the journey as part of the holiday or business occasion, so when the meal is commensurate with expectations, we remember.