Normally, I don’t mind airline food all that much, but if pressed, I’d have to say the worst meal I ever had on an airline was the one I almost didn’t get.
It was a morning flight from Toronto to Vancouver, aboard Canadian Airlines. They came around with breakfast, and as things turned out, although I am allergic to very few things, I was allergic to both of the entree choices.
“Sir, you should have requested a special meal,” the flight attendant said.
“One choice has always been OK before. If I had known that both would be unsuitable this time, I would have.”
“Well, let me look after the other passengers, and we’ll see what we can do.” She carried on serving, and soon was down the aisle.
I began to regret not asking for a breakfast tray without an entree. After all, even without a hot entree, the trays did have juice, a muffin, and a fruit cup. Sitting among people scarfing down food when you have none is not much fun, and my neighbour’s ignored muffin was starting to look pretty good. At least some coffee would be nice; it was an early-morning flight and a mad dash for the airport and I had not been able to grab a coffee anywhere along the way.
The flight attendant (a different one) who came around a little while later with coffee was a little surprised. “Sir, were you forgotten?”
“No, it seems I was allergic to the entrees–”
“Oh! Let me see what I can do for you.” And he dashed off.
“–and could I at least get some coffee?” I asked to the empty air.
The coffee server and the entree server reappeared in a little while, and we went through the “you should have requested a special meal” thing again. But they were also concerned that they had a passenger who would like something, just not the entree. This seemed to make them realize that something was better than nothing, and soon a tray was produced with juice, a muffin, and a fruit cup. And plenty of coffee.
It was okay, but of all the airline meals I’ve ever eaten, that one stands out. Not necessarily as the worst, but definitely as something.