To say that the seating arrangements were cramped would be an understatement but the fact that every seat was taken suggested to us that the food on offer would be worth sampling.
The waitress did her very best to ensure that we were seated comfortably but her explaining how the restaurant should be evacuated in the event of any untoward incident did nothing for our appetites. Furthermore, her proudly pointing out how every table had its own emergency oxygen supply and her insistence on demonstrating to us how it was to be used was surely over attentiveness on her part.
Oddly we were then asked to temporarily fold our table away. Noticing how our fellow diners complied unquestionably and imagining this was some kind of local custom, we followed suit and took the opportunity to peruse the menu. It’s contents were not as imaginative as we’d have liked and I was left to choose between penne arrabbiata, a hot bacon baguette or the overpriced pea and falafel wrap I’d bought previously and had managed to smuggle through the rather excessive security arrangements that the establishment had in place.
I opted for the latter – and wisely so given how the dishes placed before less wary customers bore little resemblance to how they had been pictured on the restaurant’s website.
We can only hope for a more positive experience when we return in a fortnight having, foolishly perhaps, already pre booked a second visit to the eatery.
Rating: 1 star
The restaurant I attended was Flight LS1841 from Bristol to Innsbruck located at the time of our meal somewhere over Belgium.
[The picture above is from the establishment’s online advertising]
Related autobiographical blogs, some more tongue in cheek than others:
To read ‘Sharing the important things – on introducing your grandchild to cricket’, click here
To read ‘The green green leaves of home’, click here
To read ‘Two of a Kind’, click here
To read ‘Two photos both alike in dignity’, click here
To read ‘We went to the animal fair, the diary of novice grandparents’, click here
To read ‘A cricket tea kind of day’, click here
To read ‘Poor Imitations’, click here
To read ‘Three times a patient’, click here
To read ‘The Life I Lead’, click here
Some musings 