Airline food has long been known to suck some serious ass when it comes to portion size and quality. With that said, I have to seriously reconsider my stance on airline food and general hospitality after flying Avianca Aerolineas and AeroMexico. These airlines must be run by Latin American grandmas because their food was frankly “da bomb”.
A rundown of the awesomeness of these airlines:
Avianca had a pretty good breakfast – Southwestern omlet with sausage and a croissant with butter, served with coffee, water and juice. Not one of the three, but all of them.
For dinner, Aviance served chicken with rice, roll with butter and a cheese spread, a salad with olives and carrots, cake and choice of alcoholic beverage (I chose a Quilmes beer) and an after dinner coffee.
These are pretty good meals, but AeroMexico blew them straight out of the water with their dining options.
I flew evenings with both of their flights, so I only got to sample their dinners, but they were still amazing.
The first dinner was some sort of tender beef loin thing with rice, pasta salad, roll with butter and queso untable (which I had never had before, but am now addicted to), cheese crackers and bread pudding with a dulce de leche sauce – not kidding. To make a kick ass meal even better, they came around with the beverage cart with included every kind of beer, wine and hard liquor imaginable. There are no words to explain how happy I was that there was free liquor available to all. Take that first class assholes! While we were eating, one of the stewardesses came around and poured people second drinks – on the house, of course. We finished off with a piping hot cup of joe.
The second dinner was even more fantabulous. We had pasta in a cream sauce, side salad with dressing, bread with more queso untable, cracker peanuts dusted in lemon juice (soo good) and a white cake with a lime frosting. Again, more hard liquor and wine to drink, followed by a delicious cup of coffee.
And then – a stewardess came through the aisles and poured people a shot of tequila. I fucking swear to god. I have never not wanted a flight to end – not until that moment. I could have kissed that stewardess.
AeroMexico, you rock my face off. And I love you.
