Plane Food

So what shall I eat now. A syndrome most commonly brought on by sheer boredom. And no better place for boredom than at an airport. Ramsay’s Plane Food is a welcome change from the usual airport drivel but not enough to compensate for the peculiar horror that is air travel these days. Naturally, lugging a heaving bag or two around does not lend itself to the experience anymore than arriving four hours in advance of your flight does. My eye lashes feel like they’ve got cement clinging to them dragging them down, and my head is begging for 48 hours of death like oblivion. I wonder if the truly wicked ever really feel knackered?

P.S. - The mans picnic offering is outstanding! Only sampled it after arriving in Bombay, but oh my! A cheeky prawn salad, succulent roast beef and apparently a successful caramel, chocolate pecan brownie, all in a very fetching insulated bag (blaring GLUTTON). I'm impressed.