VS045 LHR-JFK 6 Sep 07 (Upper)

This is a Trip Report from the Upper Class cabin
Ground Staff
Food & Drink
Entertainment
Seat
Cabin Crew
I made my way to the CH - as I exited the lounge area a VS clad staffer was holding a sign saying VS45. I approached her and even after our exchange I'm unsure why she was there. There was still an hour before they were going to start boarding but she seemed to be tasked with corralling stray pax?
I checked into the CH and had G/C written on my PE BP. First things first - eat. As ever a Clubhouse Burger and a very attentive service, then collect a bottle of San Pellegrino for my PE sojourn. Over to the computers and feel obliged to check V-Flyer (on every one of the (all free) computers). For some reason I couldn't bring myself to close the V-Flyer home page when I logged out - though I wish the default was NOT to remain logged in...
A horribly technical support call at the bar distracted me to the extent that I only partially heard a PA asking a Mr Dagger to approach the desk. This niggled at me to the extent that I eventually asked the conference to hold while I checked. Approaching the desk and enquiring who was being paged brought with it a suitable frisson as my name was repeated. Espying a purple pass on the desk my heart was in my mouth. Sure enough I'd been OpUpped (I'm embarrassed to admit that when in the CH with a PE ticket I hide the BP) - suitable professions of gratitude were made and I returned to the bar where a very obliging barman created his own version of a Vesper - what he lacked in Lillet he made up for in creativity. Seated next to me at the bar where a couple on their way to the Emmys for his creative work in the film Tsunami. We chatted awhile, compared mobiles - she had the gorgeous B&O mobile - he had the latest PSV - I'm the Crackberry addict. After more chatting and comparing notes it transpired that we lived not a mile apart so contact details were exchanged for a drink at a later date.
Realising that my flight must be boarding I bad my farewells and promenaded to gate 27 where Priority Boarding wasn't signed. I recognised a family from the CH hanging around the entrance - seemingly unsure of how to proceed. Taking the bull by the horns I walked to the head of the queue and just presented myself to the second checker. She processed me immediately without blinking. I then joined the main queue to enter the staging area and thence the airbridge. Chatting to the elderly couple in front they expressed surprise that the flight had not been boarded by row so they expected confusion onboard. They were en route to JFK for a while then off to Vegas for 10 days. Apparently the hotel they wanted wouldn't take a 10 day booking so they'd been transferred to the Wynn. They were fretting as to whether they'd like it as they normally stayed at the Mirage... I hope I was able to put their mind at rest.
Turning left I made the newb mistake of heading to the front of the plane to remember that 1A was upstairs.... backtracking I returned to my proper seat and settled in. No way my computer bag was going to fit into these anaemic overheads so it was whisked away by our friendly FA.
Usual ritual ensued with the exception of ninjaing up - I couldn't be bothered. It's not that long a flight. At this point I got to examine the menu and YUMMMMMMMM Square Pies 'r' Us!
Lunch
Starters
Smoked Haddock Pat_ served with black pepper oatcakes. Arbroath smokies no less!
Mild spiced butternut squash soup served with a choice of warm breads
Main Courses
Roast Chicken Breast with sage & thyme stuffing served with autumn greens, roast potatoes, carrots, parsnips and Somerset cider sauce
The Square Pie Company steakand mushroom pie served with mushy peas, mashed potato and gravy
Autumn vegetable stew served with dumplings and hazlenuts
Cheese
Coastal Cheddar
Somerset rustic
Cropwell Bishop Stilton
Dessert
Treacle tart served with fresh cream
Profiteroles with chocolate sauce
Afternoon Tea
Selection of sandwiches - organic egg and rocket, gammon ham and apple chutney and prawn cocktail
Buttermilk sultana served with Tiptree fruit jam and Roddas clotted cream
100 & 1000s cupcake and chocolate button cupcake
Champagnes
Charles Heidseck Brut R_serve nv
Berrys' Extra Dry Cr_mant de Limoux
White Wines
Domain de la Cessane Marsanne/Viognier 2006 Vins de Pays D'Oc, France
Berrys' own selection Pinot Grigio 2006, IGT Venezie, Italy
Spinsanti Chardonnay 2005, Mendoza, Argentina
Red Wines
Cucao Carmenere/Cabernet Sauvignon 2005, Rapel Valley, Chile
Artadi Laderas El Seque 2005, Alicante Spain
La Bastide aux Oliviers 2005, Coteaux de Languedoc, France
Hot towels were distributed and as an experiment I tried to see what marks I could remove from the suite with bit of elbow grease. Answer was about 50% so the cleaners on turn around aren't even wet cleaning - just dusting effectively. The mysterious 'red lipstick' lines were present on the left side wall towards the back - we always see these and no clue what they are - they don't come off with a hot towel though.
We sat on the tarmac for what seemed an age but I don't wear a watch so no clue...
Shortly after rotation v:port was on and the initial drinks order was taken. As ever I wanted to get a couple of hours work done, interrupted only by our attentive FA's service and my quick assistance to the gentleman over the aisle who couldn't work out his table.
No enforced blind closing which is a good thing!
I got my work done and my food was delivered. It was GORJ! The pat_ was tasty - complemented nicely by the rocket and oatcakes. The pie was all you could want a pie to be, the mushy peas tasted of MUSHY PEAS (not some weird velout_ as seems to have become de rigeur elsewhere) and the mashed potatoes tasted like real mashed potatoes. The cheese was full of flavour. I have to say possibly the best meal in UC in a year or two!
After my meal I watched an 'ok' film - so 'ok' I can't remember what it was called, and then repaired to the bar where the charming downstairs team were keeping some male fashionistas on their way to NYC for a show amused. The FSM was working attentively but no personal greets for FC members.
I skipped the sandwiches as I planned to eat in the hotel later.
Landing was painless but after that came the hell that is immigration on the 45. The queues were 9 lines deep increasing to 13-14 later. My estimated 45 minutes stretched out to 1'15' but once in front of the officer he didn't even bother asking how long I was going to be in or what I was over for, just reviewed the docs and stamped me in.
One piece of luggage was on the belt and one in a pile of luggage on the floor. Took the Air Train to the Federal Circle and awaited my shuttle to the Crowne Plaza where the sweethearts upgraded me from the cheapest room I'd booked to a suite with a jacuzzi... bless...
Sorry for lack of detail - I wasn't planning a TR but the food made it compulsory!