Hotel fright

'Hotel Flight' serves Surgut's wonderful airport. It's comfy and has more-than-decent WiFi and I look forward to staying there. The restaurant, on the other hand, is something else.

'What would you like?'
'This one'
'We don't have it'
'This one'
'We don't have it'
[etc. etc. ... finally ...]
'What do you have?'
'Pasta, or [something I didn't understand].'
'I'll have that please [the one I didn't understand - pasta sounded a bit plain]'

And then it arrived ...

Monolith: dinner

This homogenous lump of meat-like substance is among the worst meals I've ever had. Tasteless, ambiguous, and tough. I didn't come to Russia for the food; nevertheless this is poor.

The next morning, for breakfast the same script was played, and I started to recall Eddie Izzard's 'cake or death' sketch. The death hadn't gone down too well, so I chose ... pasta.

And then it arrived ... pasta, da solo.

Good morning! I ordered apple juice too - to spice it up a bit. Crazy, I know.

 Off to work then.