If there are any openings left in the ailing media industry for full-time travel writers, somebody must hire this guy, who eviscerates Virgin Airlines for their food. Yeah, he needs an editor–so what? An excerpt (but read it all!) from his open letter to Richard Branson:

Look at this Richard. Just look at it.
I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert?
You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in.