I once flew from Bangkok to London (and back) courtesy of Bangladesh Airways (with a stop in Dhaka), It was the only flight I could get at very short notice. I was in first class. The food was curry. Thin watery curry. The same curry for every meal. It was revolting. And it's a long flight.
I was met by my daughter at Heathrow and she said that, as she had come to meet me, she hadn't had time to prepare any food, but perhaps I'd like to go out for a curry.
Have you ever seen a grown man weeping in an airport?