We just had lunch inside Terminal One at Amsterdam Schiphol Airport, one hour before boarding our flights to Reykjavik.
Two lunches. Two grievances.
Tiger Sushi: a lukewarm, miso-based prawn udon that came with corn, beansprouts, and shredded cabbage. €19. Which makes me angry.
Leon Fast Food: a chicken chilli rice box with dry, dehydrated brown rice. €17.95. Which also makes me angry.
That’s almost €37 for two beige little disappointments. I wasn’t expecting a Michelin-starred restaurant at Amsterdam Schiphol Airport. But at least a hot meal, heck, a warm meal? Not even lukewarm broth and dehydrated rice at these prices is a bold move.
Airport food, like airline food, needs to make a f-ing effort.
Like, even the bare minimum. Heat the broth. Cook the rice all the way.
Or maybe… You know I fantasise about becoming an Airport Food Well-Being Officer, or an Aeroplane Food Well-Being Officer. You know, if you can’t find the change you want in this world, be the change instead. Or something like that.
Amsterdam Schiphol Airport people, call me. My fees will be reasonable, and my standards are clearly achievable.
I’m fantasising about it, sitting in another Schiphol airport cafe with Fafa beside me, having an iced coffee.
I, on the other hand, semi-want a hot chocolate with whipped cream, but didn’t get one because: I’m too lazy to queue, I want to write my strong feelings about airport food, it’s too exxy and too much effort for something I only semi-want, just generally CBF. But most importantly, I worry that it will disappoint me too.
So that’s the Schiphol airport food report: two angry lunches, one unbought hot chocolate, and one new career fantasy.
Hey, Reykjavik airport, the bar is on the floor. Please feed us better.
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