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Post by trubble on May 6, 2009 19:58:23 GMT
Apologies if this has already been put up here but I've only just seen this complaint to Virgin. Excellent.
Dear Mr Branson REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008 I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit. Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at thehands of your corporation. Look at this Richard. Just look at it:  I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert? You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in:  Read on...it gets better... |
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Post by Alpha Hooligan on May 7, 2009 14:19:35 GMT
This is why I'm a pie and mash man...exotic doesn't always mean good.
AH
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Post by everso on May 7, 2009 17:32:34 GMT
I've only had decent food on a flight twice in my life. The first time was in 1976 when we flew to Toronto with Wardair (It eventually became part of Canadian Airlines). In Economy they served steak on Royal Doulton plates and it was fab.
The second time was with British Airways when we got upgraded to Business Class on a flight home from L.A. (we simply asked if there was room in Business Class and because there was a large group travelling in Economy - a girls' orchestra I think it was - they moved us up)
Generally, though, I've found Virgin food to be fairly edible.
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 18:35:26 GMT
My Dad worked for Air France. We could get cheap flights anywhere - but one might have to wait for the seats sometimes. We're talking £7 to Paris or £14 to the South of France in the 1970's One of these freebies meant flying from Heathrow to Jersy and Jersy to Nantes! Something that's probably quite a familiar scenario for Ryanair passengers 30 years on! ;D We did, a few times - because of his job - get bumped up to First - even on the rival BA. I distinctly remember age 6 or 8 and finding champagne already waiting at the seat and complimentary peanuts etc - Just a pity that my dim and distant memory conjures up images of an hostess who was the most miserable animal you could possibly get. "Surly" was the word for her. Can't remember how or why - I just remember that she possibly didn't like children much.  ........and My Mummy will tell you that we were always well behaved - 'cos she could smack bloody hard!  |
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Post by rjpageuk on May 7, 2009 18:51:55 GMT
The second time was with British Airways when we got upgraded to Business Class on a flight home from L.A. Food on pretty much any of the major airlines in business class on long haul flights is good. |
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Post by trubble on May 7, 2009 20:49:25 GMT
I like airline food, I like the not knowing what it is etc and apart from a traumatic gammon experience it has mostly been very nice.
No one likes to see kids having the best of anything. It's a waste. I love some of the kids I'm related to but I would growl at them if they were sitting in a posh seat drinking champagne. They don't know it's a good thing, they would have been happy with a free coke for pity's sake. Patrick, tell me I'm wrong, I dare you.
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 20:52:06 GMT
S'Alright - I don't think I did 'hic'! 'scuse me
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Post by trubble on May 7, 2009 20:54:10 GMT
Really? We were made to drink champagne as kids when it was around (not often). I have a baby picture of me being force fed the stuff from one of those Marilyn Monroe type glasses.
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 20:59:05 GMT
Actually, Virgin Premium Economy food wasn't that great! Though they do have a habit of aiming to tip as much booze down you as possible for some reason!
Old Cyprus Airways wasn't too bad. Bloody Mezé again* mind - Flying out AND Flying back to Cyprus in '01. The state of their planes left a little to be desired though - stuffing coming out of seats etc, stretch covers that don't quite stretch - a bit like the ones you got in the 1970's
*Running joke, we went on a couple of tours of the Island and a Mediterranean cruise- and whenever it was food time it was always Mezé. (Which wasn't bad really) nevertheless, the cry would go up "Not Bloody Mezé again" which I sort of hi-jacked from Spike Milligan's war cry of "Not Bloody Cold Collation, again"
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Post by trubble on May 7, 2009 21:00:48 GMT
Hahaaa. But. Wtf is Mezé ?
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 21:01:55 GMT
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 21:10:00 GMT
Really? We were made to drink champagne as kids when it was around (not often). I have a baby picture of me being force fed the stuff from one of those Marilyn Monroe type glasses. Well, prolobly had a little bit! After all, Dad was a big beer maker - the real mackoy - bubbling cauldrons with scattered hops and real malt extract etc. So there was always some of that around too! <drool> I remember having cider occasionally - so have always associated Cider as kiddies drink! Always seems odd having that in pints! |
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 21:12:21 GMT
Really? We were made to drink champagne as kids when it was around (not often). I have a baby picture of me being force fed the stuff from one of those Marilyn Monroe type glasses. Made you what you are today eh!  ;D I know the feeling! |
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Post by trubble on May 7, 2009 21:16:09 GMT
wt.f? woe?
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Post by trubble on May 7, 2009 21:18:36 GMT
Hmm, there's something called mezzi something that I've eaten, middle eastern, now I think of it. Ok, that's nice to eat though.
What was the first drink that got you drunk?
Mine was martini and I was ..er..15 maybe? At the hands of my adult so called carers.
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Post by riotgrrl on May 7, 2009 21:35:54 GMT
12 and cider.
Is a mezzi not that thing you get in Turkish (and similar) restaurants which is a big plate of all different things like humus and stuffed olive leaves and . . other green slimey stuff only some of which seems edible?
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Post by trubble on May 7, 2009 21:45:33 GMT
Yeah, that's what I was remembering. I was remembering a nice version though.
12.
12?
I am such a loser.
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Post by everso on May 7, 2009 22:14:22 GMT
Really? We were made to drink champagne as kids when it was around (not often). I have a baby picture of me being force fed the stuff from one of those Marilyn Monroe type glasses. I remember my mum giving me the money to go down to our local pub and buy a bottle of Babycham for myself. I believe she thought it was like a sort of lemonade. I was about 12 at the time and the off licence at the pub would serve kids with bottles of beer and whatnot - assuming they would take it straight home to their parents. Similarly, my dad often sent me up the shops to buy him twenty Players untipped. This from when I was very young. It was almost the law that you let babies have a sip of beer now and again. Ah the good old days. |
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Post by riotgrrl on May 7, 2009 22:24:55 GMT
Crikey Everso. You're making your childhood sound like Jade Goody's or something . . . .
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 22:31:46 GMT
There was one night when my brother lured me into drinking lots and smoking lots for some reason (just wanting me to share the trouble he got into). Then there was the spectacular alcohol fest - sherry and Martini of all things, on the seafront near Brighton. Got taken back to (boarding) school in a police car, and they couldn't do anything 'cos it was the last night of term and I was leaving for good the next day. (probably told you before). Letter to my Dad - but though he showed a certain amount of disapproval I didn't suffer for it. Never been a big fan of Martini since.  Oh! How old? 15 for the school thing. Younger for the other. I also remember being constantly topped up with sparkling wine by my Mum once at a wedding sometime which would have been earlier than that, cos she was still at home then so I would have been around 11 or 12. I distinctly remember her saying "Let's take you back drunk to your Dad!" I don't remember much else - I danced well that night though! |
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