We did not have a Cole Porter moment on our last day but it did…
There May Be a Protest
Well the last day was a long one but not much to report except several hours in the Galleries First and then a pretty smooth flight home. An early check-out unfortunately, an uneventful cab ride to Paddington, a delayed express to LHR, an easy fast track through security, then several hours in the BA lounge. At least I was able to stream the Murray Djokovic final, ad-free.
The champagne bar.
Table service if you like.
That’s some major tail.
A decent selection of wines, a lot of space to spread out in.
Boarding commenced none to glamorously about two kms from the lounge around thirty minutes before departure.
They started us off with Laurent-Perrier Grand Siécle. Then I switched to the spectacular Taittinger Brut Vintage 2006.
Even though you leave on BA085 at 17:20 and even though you’re eating early evening, they call it lunch. I chose as my starter Fivemiletown Dairy goat’s cheese beignet with a butternut squash, pumpkin seed and pine nut crust.
For the main I had a roasted corn-fed chicken, ham hock and potato tartlet with haricot bean purée, runner beans and truffle jus. Honestly, I could have eaten two portions, it was just that good.
The cheese plate — shropshire blue, gillot camembert, godminster and tomme de savoie — wasn’t bad at all.
There was still room for orange and pistachio pudding.
My “sleeper” aka pajamas beckoned.
Time for some shut eye.
There was “tea” after a nap: Sandwiches, scones and cakes.
There wasn’t too much to protest.