To its credit and the delight of all hungry passengers aboard, Turkish Airlines still provides in-flight meals carefully packaged and catered to the diverse tastes of all their valued customers.
Back in December I had the privilege of partaking in one of these delectable mile high meals on my way from Istanbul to Beirut. However, before tucking in to this culinary repast an important decision needed to be made. Yes, for indeed economy class even had the luxury to choose. Chicken or Beef. More precisely, Mediterranean Marinated Chicken Breast or Grilled Turkish Meatballs.
I could hardly contain myself. What a fantastic turn of luck. You could have put me in the cargo hold as long as you gave me a bag of peanuts. This was first class treatment.
There was one glaring misstep however, in the way this dinner party played out.
At exactly the moment the head flight attendant begin the requisite, yes boring but dare I say vital safety briefing, an assistant took with eager initiative, the opportunity to pass out the carefully prepared Turkish Airways Menu Cards. Chicken or Beef.
My mouth watered as I clutched my very own complimentary copy. Chicken or Beef.
Both with assorted vegetables, fresh bread, tea or coffee and some sort of Turkish dessert to help ease the digestive process. My head was spinning. Don’t screw this up Leo.
As I looked around me, all of my fellow travel companions sat transfixed by their own menus. Each locked in a personal struggle of choice. Chicken or Beef.
I chanced to look forward down the aisle. There was the head flight attendant, now donning a silly yellow life preserver and oxygen mask, droning on about safety procedures and pointing perfunctorily towards the emergency exits. Chicken or Beef.
Check Please…. She just might know something that we hungry passengers don’t. I tucked my menu into my shirt pocket, close to my heart and gave a quick listen.
It’s been proven time and again, in the unlikely event of a plane crash, those passengers that have taken the time (30 seconds) to listen attentively to the safety briefing and consciously located their nearest exits are more likely to survive. Chicken or Beef.
Hell, I’ll take the bag of peanuts and decide between the Front and Side Exit.
Fear Not, I am a proud member of the Turkish Airlines Mileage Club and have diligently notified them of my concern. How can you enjoy your meal when you are worrying about emergence exits?
Chicken or Beef. I’ll see you on the ground.
