Fruit, Soft Boiled Eggs and Soldiers, and a coffee. The food was delicious and I was starving after a sub-par lounge dinner the night before. I left the coffee because I remembered the last amazing coffee I had while travelling through the UK.
So good, exactly how I remembered it.
Wednesday Afternoon: The next couple hours were spent going through all the shops in Terminal 5. Reiss had amazing stuff and I wanted every single piece of the Valentino Red collection at Harrods. I didn’t buy anything because I had a very full closet at home and I have shopped enough for the month.
Another Elemis Spa…another massage. I chatted up the therapist and she was kind enough to load me up with samples. Score. Apparently, I am that passenger that makes sure to use all the amenities offered by the airline.
I first ordered Pumpkin soup, but it was not the type of pumpkin soup I expected. Not good. I ordered a spinach and pecorino tart as a replacement. Best decision ever. Everything about this was perfect and I got in some veggies.
Wednesday Evening: Board my flight and settle in. Once we are airborne, I put on my cozy clothes and settle in for dinner and a movie. There are two women behind me that are SO LOUD, and SO obnoxious. It’s one of those moments where you are a bit embarrassed to be American, because this instance is the stereotype of Americans that fuel the fire. The cabin is full of older brits rolling their eyes at these terrible, loud passengers, and I join in. One woman in the cabin tells them to “Shut Up” and I wait for it to pop off. Surprisingly, they do shut up.
Dinner is served and it’s completely weird. There is a sugary coating on the nuts that hurts my teeth. I’ve never experienced a sensation quite like it. Totally weird. Love George Clooney in The Descendants.
Dinner was not good, which is completely out of sorts for British Airways. I thought travelling out of London, it would be the best, but it was the worst airplane meal I think I’ve ever had.
Next Stop, CPT.