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I met a chef who works on board an airline. Have you experienced that on board? Do they just heat meals and make it look presentable or do they do the cooking on board? Have you any photos of what a kitchen on board an aircraft looks like? Which airlines have on board chefs?

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As a follow-up, here's another link to a job application for EY inflight chefs: -chef-564ba69acb725/5151390 , asking for: "Qualified Chef - minimum level of Chef de Partie" and "four years experience in a 4/5 star or fine dining establishment"

Lufthansa Technik recently presented the first real "stove" for airplanes. If I remember it correctly, it is basically an induction heated pan with a lid (to avoid hot oil splashing around in the plane, and probably also because of the smell).

I had a 4 back to back Etihad first flights (1 a380 2 777 and 1 jetihad 777) and got some time to really talk to one of the chefs. They all have some sort of culinary school training background, and I found they all did slightly different touches to the meals. On one of the flights I asked them to make me eggs Benedict and 20 mins later he came back with a perfectly poached egg and a pretty good hollandaise sauce. Considering I didn't see another one of those on my other trips, I think he made it from scratch. It was damn good too.

Are these airline chefs able to use an induction burner for basic food preparation? Or only an oven? With induction, it's magnets doing the work with the metal pot. There is no open flame or hot heating element - when it is off, it is off.

Years ago (2004-2007ish), when Hogan was in charge of Gulf Air, he introduced the Sky Chef Program. My understanding at the time was that the positions were filled by professional chefs. However, over time many of the chefs were being offered opportunities on the ground by first class customers so the company had a hard time keeping the positions filled. Anyways, it looks like Gulf Air still has the program: -board/sky-chef

It is noon at the United Airlines Operations and Planning Center in the bowels of Chicago's O'Hare International Airport--operationally, the critical moment for Flight 895, the longest scheduled flight by any U.S. airline. To make it the full 7,788 miles from Chicago to Hong Kong, the specially configured Boeing 747 is already crammed with 386,000 pounds of jet fuel, including several thousand pounds stuffed in extra tanks above the passenger cabin and in the tail. And even with that, United's computers are saying it is going to be tight. The heat this summer day means it will take extra thrust to get the jumbo jet up to its cruising altitude of 37,000 feet. And even using the most direct route--which had been specially negotiated to pass through Russian and Chinese air space--United's computers are calculating that with the expected 15 to 20 mph headwinds, there simply may not be enough fuel for the plane to make the entire trip with the expected load of passengers, baggage and freight. Not only will it have to leave behind the mail bags and two Chevrolet Corvettes that have been awaiting shipment to Hong Kong, but six passengers may be required to take another flight if all 328 holding reservations show up. On the tarmac, a crew of 22 has been brought aboard to clean the plane, outfit every seat with magazines, blanket, pillow and headsets and lay out toiletry kits and the latest newspapers for business and first-class passengers. A catering service loads on more than three-dozen meal carts in the plane's three galleys. Two giant tankers need 90 minutes to fill the plane's tanks with fuel. Meanwhile, at one end of the operations center, chief purser Marguerite Elkins is winding up her meeting in which UAL 895's 18 flight attendants have introduced themselves to each other, chosen assignments and break times by seniority and gone over details of the 16-hour flight: the expected passenger breakdown (14 in first class, 53 in business, 261 in coach, including one passenger in a wheelchair); the timing and menu for the three meals (including special children and vegetarian menus); and the three movies to be shown ("Blues Brothers 2000," "The Man in the Iron Mask" and "Sliding Doors"). Elkins issues a warning about "creepers," passengers who try to sneak up from steerage into business class, and puts in a request for extra "kiddie litter"--packets of games, crayons and coloring books for the dozen kids expected on board. And she says that safety instructions this day will have to be given in both Mandarin and Cantonese in addition to English. The scrum ends with a protracted negotiation over who will handle sales from the duty-free catalogue--with so many Chinese passengers on board, Flight 895 can be expected to generate substantial commissions for the flight attendants who draw the assignment. As the attendants' meeting is breaking up, down the hall the captain and his three copilots are going over their route, which is expected to involve 15 hours and 11 minutes of flying time and take them so far north it actually goes off the map. As part of the deal with Russia, the cockpit crew will have to check in every 15 minutes with local controllers while in Russian airspace, even though the plane's link to global position satellites make it unnecessary. The Russians, apparently, collect a fee for each contact. Forecasters have warned of thunderstorms during the descent into Hong Kong. Upstairs in the terminal building, six gate agents have begun to check in passengers. As each passenger is issued a boarding card, the computer signals handlers below to release baggage from a holding area--part of the new heightened security arrangements on international flights. The noon count also shows that there are still 28 business and first-class passengers who have not checked in to either 895 or to a connecting flight into O'Hare--enough to solve the weight problem and free up seats for the 15 people waiting standby. Boarding begins on time, at 12:20 p.m., one hour before scheduled departure. I had to prepare for the physical and emotional hardship of this longest flight. Seven-hour flights to Europe had always seemed endless to me, and now that the airlines have discovered the joys of economizing by pushing seats closer together and downgrading food service, the prospect of a 16-hour flight was horrifying. So I had begged and scraped to get my jet-setting sister to donate enough miles to me so that I could upgrade to business class. And I persuaded my doctor to prescribe a sleeping pill that would last for six hours in midflight. To supplement the pharmacological doze inducement, I brought along an economics textbook I'd been meaning to read. My first pleasant surprise was how roomy business class has become on these long hauls. Not only are the seats wide, but with new footrests and extra reclinability, they can be configured like that comfortable recliner in the family room back home. And every seat comes with its own pop-up television screen--not only for watching movies, but also to keep track of where the airplane is en route. Seats also have individual reading lights, electric power plugs for PCs (with surge protectors, no less) and satellite phones. To me, it is a mark of the declining service on airplanes that cocktail hours have been eliminated on most flights--I had always found a Johnnie Walker served in a real glass with ice one of the few pleasures of flying. So, once the lumbering 747 had lifted off, I was as heartened to see the cocktail cart moving down the aisle as I was frustrated by the fact that my sleeping pills came with a stern warning that they were not to be consumed with alcohol. I reluctantly opted for tomato juice and settled in with a stack of the day's newspapers. The dinner that followed also recalled the better days of air travel. The airline chefs haven't shaken their inexplicable attachment to iceberg lettuce and hothouse tomatoes. But my chicken was tasty, and the slightly burned crust of the peach tartlet was rescued by a tasty layer of custard. Thanks to my prescription, I cannot comment on the quality of the wine. I can, however, report that even Starbucks decaf can be rendered nearly tasteless when run through the airline kitchen. After dinner, I set the seat in full recliner mode, got the lumbar adjustment just right, grabbed a pillow from the side storage bin and settled in to a wonderful movie. When it was over, I popped in a sleeping pill, washed it down with some of the ice water provided at every seat and cracked open the textbook, looking forward to a sound sleep. It never came. As the 747 crossed over Alaska at 600 mph, I plowed through supply curves and productivity, then through price elasticity and the money illusion until I couldn't take it any longer. Finally, in desperation, I called for a glass of port--and still nothing. Looking around, I saw that virtually everyone was asleep but me. Ten hours to go. In such situations, there is only one thing to do--pace. As I wandered through the darkened airplane, I ran into one of the pilots, who invited me up to the cockpit. There's a little bunk room for two pilots to sleep or read while the other two keep an eye on the computer that keeps a hand on the rudder. 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