Mats
Jun 28, 09, 1:50 pm
This was my first vacation after moving to San Francisco. I was deciding between a move to Tel Aviv or California, and I ended up in the latter. I decided, however, that I would travel to Israel as often as I could.
As always, I’d much prefer to fly El Al, but I’m a gold—bordering platinum—frequent flyer on Continental it wouldn’t make much sense to make such a long trip on a non-SkyTeam airline.
It was a toss-up between Delta and Continental. They each have their pros and cons. Delta was a few hundred bucks cheaper, so I bought a ticket.
I deliberately built in a longer connection. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck somewhere on such a short, but long-distance trip. This paid off; the short-connection flight was delayed two hours. I would have been completely screwed.
SFO
There was a very long line to check-in, and a lot of confusion about Delta and Northwest-operated flights. There were only two people in front of me in the first class line, but they each had >5 bags to check.
The agent who assisted me, however, was delightful. She was all smiles, apologetic for the delay, and wished me a pleasant trip.
SkyClub SFO
There was another long wait to get into the SkyClub. It was the same people in front of me at check in: KLM passengers from India, who were flying domestically and wanted access. They-uhh—“left their WorldClub information int heir checked bag.” Right.
The agent was once again very apologetic to me, and wished me a good trip.
The club itself is sad. It’s small, boring, with nothing to eat. I had some orange juice and creepy multicolored dried fruit.
At least there is free WiFi.
Delta 1068
27 June 2009
San Francisco-Atlanta
B767-300
Seat 3B
Security was extremely quick, and I did not have to interact with any TSA personnel (that’s always my goal.)
The flight was overflowing, with quite a few servicemen and women.
First class felt cramped—even more cramped than I’d anticipated. But 3B isn’t a bad seat.
As anticipated, the entertainment was wonderful: on-demand HBO, movies, as well as live TV. I loved watching Will Ferrel and Dana Carvey full-length shows. These were very graphic for airplane viewing!
The food was meager but edible: a reuben sandwich or Greek salad with chicken. I had the latter, which came with a (good) Love and Quiches marble brownie. The salad was fine, it was just really small. It came with breadsticks—no warm roll, or anything like that. At least there were no Pepperidge Farm cookies (I never really liked them—I don’t know why everyone else is so happy to have them on their meal trays.)
Service was indifferent but professional. The crew was calm, but perhaps in need of Lexapro. There was also an unfortunately hair dye situation… maybe that was affecting her mood.
Atlanta
A zoo, as one might anticipate. The SkyClub in Atlanta was even sadder. No showers due to a lack of towels! This has been the case for eight days, according to the concierge, who was more than a little snippy about it.
I remember when that lounge had hot canapés, little cookies and brownies, mousse cups, and Elements Essentiel toiletries.
Now it has a filthy bathroom, some goldfish, and little jars of hummus—but no bread. I had a stale oatmeal raisin cookie and some coffee from the 1980s.
As is frequently the problem with T-Mobile, my Macintosh can’t connect to the WiFi. So I switched to the Windows side of my machine, which worked.
Delta 152
27 June 2009
Atlanta-Tel Aviv
Seat 10G
Boarding was delayed by about 30 minutes due to problems with the air conditioning. There were few announcements, and there was a bit of chaos in the gate.
The sky marshals made no attempt to appear in disguise. Five portly gentlemen kept lurking around an alternate entrance to the gate. Once I saw them board (bypassing the security check), I figured we’d be ready to go.
Boarding was surprisingly orderly. This involved a quick and unobtrusive metal detector and x-rays. Incidentally, they do not allow large bottles of liquids on board—even if purchased airside.
Once on board, I received a warm greeting in Hebrew, and was shown to my seat.
The BusinessElite seat is well-known to me, so I knew it’s pros and cons. I really don’t think it’s all that different from the Continental 777. This was a 777-ER; I’m yet to experience the pods on the 777-LR.
We made an expeditious departure. I noted that the announcements were in Hebrew and English only (the safety video is no longer in both languages). And they no longer have Arabic announcements.
Chatter was kept to a minimum, and there were no threatening security-related announcements.
The purser came around and introduced herself, but was not particularly interested. She did, at least, guide me away from the mahi mahi. “I wouldn’t eat it,” she explained.
Since Delta’s BusinessElite menus are posted on their web site, I have not transcribed them here.
I had the Michelle Bernstein Chicken a l’orange. Although maligned on FlyerTalk, it’s actually quite good. It came with nice garlicky green beans, and an inedible “celeriac puree” (congealed cream of wheat mixed with Comet Cleanser.)
Unlike the New York flight, there is a formal mid-flight breakfast service of a warm croissant, yogurt, and fruit. It was delicious. And I was hungry. This was a nice addition.
The pre-arrival meal remains unchanged: salty pizza or Asian chicken salad. They still have the amazing chocolate truffle cake with this meal. I could eat that every day. Northwest has a similar cake on the Minneapolis-Honolulu flight… it’s fantastic.
Service was not typical of Delta. It was cold, bordering on bitter. The crew seemed unhappy, flustered, and irritated. I always felt like I was in their way, even if I was just sitting in my seat watching movies.
The shining stars—as always—were the three [b]Hebrew speakers.[b/] Just like Continental, these tend to be cheerful, bright, and lively people. Unfortunately, they almost always serve the Economy Class cabin.
I slept for most of the 11 hour 35 minute flight. During my waking hours, I did my Advanced Cardiac Life Support renewal. This involves computer software with goofy, overly-dramatized simulations of the emergency room. It was nice to have a long expanse of time to just get through it.
We arrived about 45 minutes late. I was fortunately to be in the first row of the “B” cabin, which meant an easy escape for the mad dash to immigration.
This was successful, and there was only ONE person in line in front of me. The agent actually smiled, and really didn’t have any questions (they can be really harsh at immigration.) I double checked to make sure I was actually at Ben Gurion Airport.
Bags arrived within 10 minutes, and I hopped in a cab.
And now, having watched the sunset, I’m having drink watching the lights of the City of Gold. It makes any of the hassles of travelling well worth it.
As always, I’d much prefer to fly El Al, but I’m a gold—bordering platinum—frequent flyer on Continental it wouldn’t make much sense to make such a long trip on a non-SkyTeam airline.
It was a toss-up between Delta and Continental. They each have their pros and cons. Delta was a few hundred bucks cheaper, so I bought a ticket.
I deliberately built in a longer connection. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck somewhere on such a short, but long-distance trip. This paid off; the short-connection flight was delayed two hours. I would have been completely screwed.
SFO
There was a very long line to check-in, and a lot of confusion about Delta and Northwest-operated flights. There were only two people in front of me in the first class line, but they each had >5 bags to check.
The agent who assisted me, however, was delightful. She was all smiles, apologetic for the delay, and wished me a pleasant trip.
SkyClub SFO
There was another long wait to get into the SkyClub. It was the same people in front of me at check in: KLM passengers from India, who were flying domestically and wanted access. They-uhh—“left their WorldClub information int heir checked bag.” Right.
The agent was once again very apologetic to me, and wished me a good trip.
The club itself is sad. It’s small, boring, with nothing to eat. I had some orange juice and creepy multicolored dried fruit.
At least there is free WiFi.
Delta 1068
27 June 2009
San Francisco-Atlanta
B767-300
Seat 3B
Security was extremely quick, and I did not have to interact with any TSA personnel (that’s always my goal.)
The flight was overflowing, with quite a few servicemen and women.
First class felt cramped—even more cramped than I’d anticipated. But 3B isn’t a bad seat.
As anticipated, the entertainment was wonderful: on-demand HBO, movies, as well as live TV. I loved watching Will Ferrel and Dana Carvey full-length shows. These were very graphic for airplane viewing!
The food was meager but edible: a reuben sandwich or Greek salad with chicken. I had the latter, which came with a (good) Love and Quiches marble brownie. The salad was fine, it was just really small. It came with breadsticks—no warm roll, or anything like that. At least there were no Pepperidge Farm cookies (I never really liked them—I don’t know why everyone else is so happy to have them on their meal trays.)
Service was indifferent but professional. The crew was calm, but perhaps in need of Lexapro. There was also an unfortunately hair dye situation… maybe that was affecting her mood.
Atlanta
A zoo, as one might anticipate. The SkyClub in Atlanta was even sadder. No showers due to a lack of towels! This has been the case for eight days, according to the concierge, who was more than a little snippy about it.
I remember when that lounge had hot canapés, little cookies and brownies, mousse cups, and Elements Essentiel toiletries.
Now it has a filthy bathroom, some goldfish, and little jars of hummus—but no bread. I had a stale oatmeal raisin cookie and some coffee from the 1980s.
As is frequently the problem with T-Mobile, my Macintosh can’t connect to the WiFi. So I switched to the Windows side of my machine, which worked.
Delta 152
27 June 2009
Atlanta-Tel Aviv
Seat 10G
Boarding was delayed by about 30 minutes due to problems with the air conditioning. There were few announcements, and there was a bit of chaos in the gate.
The sky marshals made no attempt to appear in disguise. Five portly gentlemen kept lurking around an alternate entrance to the gate. Once I saw them board (bypassing the security check), I figured we’d be ready to go.
Boarding was surprisingly orderly. This involved a quick and unobtrusive metal detector and x-rays. Incidentally, they do not allow large bottles of liquids on board—even if purchased airside.
Once on board, I received a warm greeting in Hebrew, and was shown to my seat.
The BusinessElite seat is well-known to me, so I knew it’s pros and cons. I really don’t think it’s all that different from the Continental 777. This was a 777-ER; I’m yet to experience the pods on the 777-LR.
We made an expeditious departure. I noted that the announcements were in Hebrew and English only (the safety video is no longer in both languages). And they no longer have Arabic announcements.
Chatter was kept to a minimum, and there were no threatening security-related announcements.
The purser came around and introduced herself, but was not particularly interested. She did, at least, guide me away from the mahi mahi. “I wouldn’t eat it,” she explained.
Since Delta’s BusinessElite menus are posted on their web site, I have not transcribed them here.
I had the Michelle Bernstein Chicken a l’orange. Although maligned on FlyerTalk, it’s actually quite good. It came with nice garlicky green beans, and an inedible “celeriac puree” (congealed cream of wheat mixed with Comet Cleanser.)
Unlike the New York flight, there is a formal mid-flight breakfast service of a warm croissant, yogurt, and fruit. It was delicious. And I was hungry. This was a nice addition.
The pre-arrival meal remains unchanged: salty pizza or Asian chicken salad. They still have the amazing chocolate truffle cake with this meal. I could eat that every day. Northwest has a similar cake on the Minneapolis-Honolulu flight… it’s fantastic.
Service was not typical of Delta. It was cold, bordering on bitter. The crew seemed unhappy, flustered, and irritated. I always felt like I was in their way, even if I was just sitting in my seat watching movies.
The shining stars—as always—were the three [b]Hebrew speakers.[b/] Just like Continental, these tend to be cheerful, bright, and lively people. Unfortunately, they almost always serve the Economy Class cabin.
I slept for most of the 11 hour 35 minute flight. During my waking hours, I did my Advanced Cardiac Life Support renewal. This involves computer software with goofy, overly-dramatized simulations of the emergency room. It was nice to have a long expanse of time to just get through it.
We arrived about 45 minutes late. I was fortunately to be in the first row of the “B” cabin, which meant an easy escape for the mad dash to immigration.
This was successful, and there was only ONE person in line in front of me. The agent actually smiled, and really didn’t have any questions (they can be really harsh at immigration.) I double checked to make sure I was actually at Ben Gurion Airport.
Bags arrived within 10 minutes, and I hopped in a cab.
And now, having watched the sunset, I’m having drink watching the lights of the City of Gold. It makes any of the hassles of travelling well worth it.