There was a time in my life when I flew a lot. I rarely fly now, though I am quite the road warrior when given an opportunity.
Most of my flight destinations were to the Soviet Union and other Eastern Bloc countries. When I took a SwissAir flight from Chicago to Zurich, I ate every darn morsel provided to me. It was my last really western meal I might have for quite a while. If I took a SwissAir flight from Zurich to my final destination, then I had yet another final meal. If I took Aeroflot or any other airline who could afford spare parts and hard currency fuel, then I was in for the inevitable cultural adjustment just a bit earlier.
On SwissAir would be these carefully arranged modular dishes on a small tray. Everything was precisely fitted together with undersized stainless steel utensils that fit just so on the carefully considered tray. Whereas on Aeroflot your meal came on a clumsy cafeteria sized tray with full size dishes arranged in the middle. Invariably a black olive escaped to roll around the tray catch-me-if-you-can style.
On SwissAir the food was Continental with nice rolls, butter, a small green salad, a beautifully arranged entree and a pretty dessert that tasted as good as it looked. There were usually two entree options: beef or chicken, I always went for beef. Sometimes I would call ahead to order meals to various religious sensitbilities: Kosher, Muslim or whatever tickled my fancy. While it was fun to see what may come, I was usually sorry I did this because my seatmates food looked so divine. My drink of preference was Schweppes Bitter Lemon, of course.
On Aeroflot the meal was very functional with no presentation plating considerations at all. There would be dry black bread, butter, a cabbage or beet salad, a pasty entree with lots of gravy to mask whatever was present. I know they had dessert, though I cannot recall what. It really is too bad I wasn't photographing my meals during this time. All I conjure up in my mind's eye was grey food. I would drink tea to avoid the fermented apple juices they always seemed to have. If you like drinking vinegar, then their apple juice might please you.
I have seen the best and the worst of airline food. I usually ate what was provided to me. I just didn't always know when my next meal might be, because there too many variables when I hit my destination. These issues began with locating luggage from Customs to to friends who may or may not make it to airport. At least if I was fed, I could soldier through these problems better than adding hunger to my tired spirit.
In the era I flew the most, only a health nut would bring their own food. Now it seems to be standard procedure.
In the movie the Out of Towner's wth Jack Lemmon and Sandy Dennis, I love the meal on their flight from Ohio to NYC. A full meal with china for such a short flight. Of course, Jack Lemmon declines which is the first of many bad choices made on this trip.
Regards,