My flight last Thursday from Paris to Salt Lake City on Delta was quite pleasant. The flight attendant crew was experienced (40s and 50s, estimated age), professional, efficient, and customer centric. We took off from Charles De Gaul and turned due north, heading along the eastern shore of the UK. While we were crossing over the Shetland Islands, and heading towards Iceland, nuts and aperitifs were served. A yellow pepper soup was served that was so tasty, I asked for a 2nd bowl, which was happily and promptly served.
Having been in Bangalore where my delicate western digestive system could not wipe out water borne micro-organisms, I'd not had a salad, fresh fruit or veggies (anything that could not be peeled) for weeks. I devoured the succulent dark greens. The main course arrived, and it was delicious. Couscous, snow peas, cherry tomatoes, the chicken (poulet) was a little over-done and dry, but there was no shortage of juice on the plate in which to soak and dip. (kudos to Delta for serving a meal with METAL utensils!!)
As we crossed just north of Iceland, dessert was served.
Though they were pushing ice cream and chocolate cookies, I took the fresh fruit (washed with French water) and artisan cheeses, paired with a pear flavored digestive. It tasted as good as it looked. My 2A seat was southern facing, and the still-rising sun did a wonderful job lighting my tray. By this time, I was 3 glasses of Champagne and one glass of Argentinian white wine on my way towards blissfully happy, and I was taking pictures of pretty much everything. Clouds... Icelandic shores... bottles of wine (more on that later)...
The strawberries (Fraise Fraise) were succulent. The grapes semi-sweet and incredibly juicy. The cheeses, fantastic.
While I had expected the Delta portions of my trip to be inferior to the Air France portions, the inverse was true. The Delta crews were remarkable, while the Air France crews (this trip) were adequate at best, indignant and slow at worst. Europe to SLC is not a bad route. Customs and Immigration in SLC is small, quaint, and fine for a single plane. I'd hate to see it have to handle multiple incoming flights. I opted for the metal detector & frisking, instead of the full body scan x-ray, and had my inseam checked, buttocks patted down, nipples caressed, and felt even slightly tickled as the nitrile gloved TSA employee felt up and down my lats. If you have the time, and you want to reduce your over-all radiation exposure, I recommend opting out.
I also recommend Delta's Business Elite class of service. Those ladies do a very nice job.
1 year ago