Posted by Catering Dept on 12 August 2015
Once on a United Airlines flight to LA I had the misfortune of being offered beef or chicken. “Beef stew”, announced the inflight crew member, “or chicken cordon bleu and for those of you who don’t know, cordon bleu is French for daaaaammmmn good.” It’s not, you know. Not even close. Literally or metaphorically speaking in this instance. And because no one believed him, by the time the trolley reached my seat, chicken cordon blurgh was the only remaining option. (In reality it was grey chicken thighs with white sauce).
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