If you fly around Europe (and close around) and you choose to eat kosher, you usually win a much better meal than the other travellers around you. Most of the companies crossing the short distnces from one Old continent country to another choose to feed you a small snack and a cookie, while if you order a kosher meal, you are usually granted a full meal with hot piece of meat and nice desert. The most striking difference between the meals I have experienced so far was when I flew British Airways from Stockholm to London. While all the other passangers were offered a tiny stripe of tired looking pizza, I was served a delicious French duck with potato pire and a meat pate with almonds.
Yesterday, however, when I flew to Tel Aviv, the Czech Airlines made their revenge for all these months they have fed me nice kosher meals. I flew on the 3rd day of Pesach - therefore, while all the other passangers got a nice chicken and potatoes, vegetable salat, chocolate brownie and a small roll, I was served this:
Fair enough. I didn´t mind that much after all. Ultimatelly, the plane brought me to a country, where even on the foodwise crasy holiday of Pesach, you can keep kosher and still eat a thing like this:
(Which is what Honza Fingerland treated me for the moment I arrived in Caffehouse on Emek Refaim:-)
Pesach kasher ve-sameach!
