The Virgin Atlantic Upper Class DTW LHR Review is part of the Trip Report Athens Marathon: The Original Course which includes the following cities:
- Toronto, Canada
- Detroit, Michigan
- London, England
- Athens, Greece
- Giza, Egypt
- Cairo, Egypt
- Luxor, Egypt
- Sharm el-Sheikh, Egypt
- Abu Dhabi, UAE
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Everything about Virgin Atlantic Upper class is a party. In fact, it was the best flight I’ve ever taken not because it was Emirates, Singapore, or Cathay quality, but because the passengers and cabin crew were like Janice in Accounting, they just don’t give a F*ck. And that’s a good thing.
There weren’t any pompous pricks complaining about Macadamia nuts, no reticent flight attendants too scared of their own shadow, and no overabundance of gold making you feel that you were flying on sultan steel. Instead, the flight featured a makeshift bar, seats that lie flat in the wrong direction, and champagne unworthy of Qatar’s economy class lounge.
None of this mattered as Ms TPOL and I congregated at the bar for dinner and drinks while fellow passengers came and went. The flight attendants never stopped pouring and the snacks never stopped being served. One complaint is that Virgin’s bar can get pretty noisy, thereby interrupting the sleep of those not looking to party. This is a valid complaint and I admit I was the guilty one on this flight. In my defense, it’s hard to tone it down when you’re in comfy pajamas enjoying the mood lighting while the riffraff (Sir Richard Branson’s terminology not mine) is riding in the back.
Having only slept for two hours, I arrived in London a bit exhausted. No matter, next up was pampering at the Virgin Revivals Arrival Lounge. See you there.