Sorry my British friends but it truly was a tough piece of something only vaguely resembling beef (same colour) and swimming in gravy with half a carrot and a couple of soggy spuds...
The wine is good.... French, light and a beautiful Burgundy chardy! Not a lot of risk they will run out though.... Hmmmmm... Ermmmm yes please... Whenever you are ready....
And dessert? Well I passed on the rhubarb mousse, which brought back some "great" memories of school dinner ladies and blancmange....
The seating is a novel experience, sort of a cubby hole for two...... not very practical, albeit private....
I know K wasn't too impressed half way here when he learned I had a full change of clothes in the carry on bag he's carrying, but 34 hours in, I reckon he is secretly pleased.... he is hiding it well though...
Airport security at Heathrow was a tad more intense than Bris Vegas or Hong Kong. Ironic that the only leg of the journey where I was photographed and had to have my boots x-rayed was for the last little hop from London to Manchester! It seemed chaotic but in fairness was only 10 minutes from plane to lounge so not bad... just a tad stressful and for no obvious reason.
The BA lounge is one of the best I have seen....
PS- if that customs photo appears on Facebook somebody dies....
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