I was on a bit of a high coming off the First Class Terminal and excited to arrive in India, so when I set foot on board my next Lufthansa and walked upstairs to the upper deck I was ready for a really excellent flight.
The video on demand still came from a tiny screen. It was a daytime flight to a shirt was given, no bottoms. And the amenity kit was identical to the one from the previous flight. And it began right away, my wife and I were served a single dish rather than one each with half empty nuts.
The next oversight came when it was time for the meal to be served. The flight attendants never served an amuse bouche. A signature staple is a small plate, something interesting perhaps tuna or octobus on a clear square dish that they bring out before opening your tray and setting your table. But not on this flight. Certainly not a big deal. This was the first really hostile interaction I had gotten on the flight. A proper first class service should involve individually placing each utensil in its proper place on the table, providing those utensils needed for each course, and replacing utensils as-needed throughout the meal.
And not by us. Once our table setting self-service was complete, she rolled out the appetizer cart. She pointed to the three appetizers and asked which one I would like? So I tried to clarify, usually they offer me all three appetizers. She repeated that I could pick one. The caviar was on the cart. Which she did. It was then that I realized that a drink was never offered post-takeoff.
And it was mid-meal before I managed to get a ginger ale. When my glass was empty I was fortunate that she came and brought me something to drink β only she poured water into my ginger ale glass and ran off before I could object. After our mains, she came through with the dessert cart and parked it just behind my seat. She asked what we wanted for dessert? Instead of pulling the dessert cart forward, she was willing to show me one , I had to tell her which one I wanted to see.
