This is a Trip Report from the Upper Class cabin
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Check-in and Clubhouse
No matter what class of travel I am flying, check-in remains the most potentially stressful part of any flight for me. I hate it. The check-in area is always full of people, who are all stressed, with unhappy children running around and unhappy parents arguing with each other about who forgot to bring the toothpaste and extra socks.
T3 Virgin check-in at midday on a Monday is no different. Having checked-in online 23 hours previously, we made our way to the bag drop desks. A queue of about 10 people is more acceptable than the queue of 30 (yes, I counted) at Upper check-in! Very friendly check-in girl chats normally to us, and we are swiftly on our way through Fast-track security and across the (mobbed) departure area to the Clubhouse.
The Clubhouse was heaving... yes, it was 1pm, but we had to wait 30 mins for a table to sit and have lunch. There were almost no seats available in the entire Clubhouse.. we found the two white leather chairs in the balcony area free, and settled there until we could return to the restaurant area. When we did get lunch, it was very good, and the mojito cocktails were splendid. A game of pool, and coffee in a far quiet corner occupied the remaining hour before the flight. Verdict: Before a flight, I just want somewhere quiet to sit and be left alone in peace. That is clearly not an option at peak times in the Clubhouse.
Celeb spotting: Steve Coogan in white t-shirt and jeans, unshaven, looking unhappy and clutching several newspapers, as he left the Clubhouse for the Los Angeles flight.
Flight
So we stand in the long queue heading down the tunnel to the aircraft (Ruby Tuesday), at Gate 35 arent we supposed to get priority boarding? Up the stairs to 3K, and take-off 20 minutes after scheduled departure time. Not bad.
No drink. No welcome from CSD. Lots of attention to the young lad in 1A.. must be SRB family member or similar!
Suite table doesnt work; cant even yank it open with the safety-card trick. Soon discover that the TV display is also bust... only Odyssey, but even so.. no films or TV for me. Cabin crew shrug it off. Eventually CSD turns up and tells me Ill get 5k miles as compensation. Big deal.. Ive got plenty miles. How about a bottle of wine?!
Bangers and mash for lunch, and red wine that is colder than the white wine. *sigh*
Console myself with the knowledge that this may not be luxury, but its a darn site better than sitting at the back of the plane.
Mrs McCoy gets a manicure at her suite. I drift off in an alcohol haze, glad that this is just a 7 hour sector. Landed roughly on schedule.
Immigration at EWR an absolute breeze.. no more than a 10 minute wait, friendly immigration man, and no silly questions.
Bags on carousel, and VS limo man waiting to whisk us into Midtown Manhattan... where I am now enjoying the hospitality at the Barclay.