Ham not spam
Behold the majestic feast of British Airways' Business Club Class—truly a "food porn" masterpiece that could make even Gordon Ramsay blush! That ham terrine, sliced with surgical precision, sits proudly alongside a potato salad jazzed up with homemade piccalilli and spiced aubergines, looking like it’s auditioning for a Michelin star. The berry and cream dessert? Pure decadence, a sweet finale that screams, "I paid extra to feel fancy at 30,000 feet!" Meanwhile, the BrewDog Jet Stream can adds a rebellious twist—because nothing says luxury like cracking open a craft beer while soaring above the clouds.
Now, let’s talk about the great divide between Business and Economy class meals. Up here in Business, you’re treated to this edible art gallery, complete with a napkin that’s probably softer than my childhood blanket. Down in Economy, it’s a sad sandwich and a pretzel that’s seen better days—more like "food survival" than "food porn." While I’m savoring my spiced aubergines, the Economy crew is rationing a thimble of water and praying the in-flight movie distracts them from their crumbly fate. It’s the culinary equivalent of first-class passengers sipping champagne while Economy folks wrestle with a rogue olive!
And let’s not forget the roll—fluffy, golden, and begging to be Instagrammed—paired with a mysterious sauce that could be tomato soup or a secret British delicacy (jury’s still out). The safety card underneath adds a hilarious touch, as if to say, "Enjoy your gourmet meal, but don’t choke—here’s how to use the oxygen mask!" Meanwhile, Economy passengers are left wondering if their packet of peanuts comes with a side of dignity. This Business Class tray is proof that flying high comes with a side of hilarious privilege!
Ham not spam
Behold the majestic feast of British Airways' Business Club Class—truly a "food porn" masterpiece that could make even Gordon Ramsay blush! That ham terrine, sliced with surgical precision, sits proudly alongside a potato salad jazzed up with homemade piccalilli and spiced aubergines, looking like it’s auditioning for a Michelin star. The berry and cream dessert? Pure decadence, a sweet finale that screams, "I paid extra to feel fancy at 30,000 feet!" Meanwhile, the BrewDog Jet Stream can adds a rebellious twist—because nothing says luxury like cracking open a craft beer while soaring above the clouds.
Now, let’s talk about the great divide between Business and Economy class meals. Up here in Business, you’re treated to this edible art gallery, complete with a napkin that’s probably softer than my childhood blanket. Down in Economy, it’s a sad sandwich and a pretzel that’s seen better days—more like "food survival" than "food porn." While I’m savoring my spiced aubergines, the Economy crew is rationing a thimble of water and praying the in-flight movie distracts them from their crumbly fate. It’s the culinary equivalent of first-class passengers sipping champagne while Economy folks wrestle with a rogue olive!
And let’s not forget the roll—fluffy, golden, and begging to be Instagrammed—paired with a mysterious sauce that could be tomato soup or a secret British delicacy (jury’s still out). The safety card underneath adds a hilarious touch, as if to say, "Enjoy your gourmet meal, but don’t choke—here’s how to use the oxygen mask!" Meanwhile, Economy passengers are left wondering if their packet of peanuts comes with a side of dignity. This Business Class tray is proof that flying high comes with a side of hilarious privilege!