Heathrow was a pure horror this time. Of course, we arrived in the satellite, so first ride the train. Then came the security check, one of the stupidest things ever. It all took forever and when it was our turn it beeped at a bag. The employee responsible for the follow-up control had probably been punitively transferred here, you could sole his shoes as he walked. After an eternity, he then put his hands in our bag. It was the amenity kit from the plane, OK, you could have guessed. By the way, we had 2, one of them had not bothered. So the dangerous gels were repacked and it went on.
Honestly: Alone this ätzende change with one of the worst security checks in the world is a reason to book direct flights in the future. Would have cost a few euros more, would have been on the trip also still no matter.
But now we went to the Concorde Room, this haven of total luxury. We sat down in the restaurant area and ordered breakfast.



Definitely better than the crap on board, but you certainly don't have to go there especially for that.