Winston Aldworth gets a taste for the high life on board an Emirates A380.
When the seatbelt sign goes "bing" a few minutes after takeoff, a tremor runs up the business-class cabin as more than a dozen keen flyers unbuckle and head for the bar.
We're on board an Emirates A380 and the bar in question is a tasty mix: one part modern-day wonder of conspicuous consumption, one part elegant reminder of travel's more civilised age and all topped with a splash of dateline-dashing bonhomie. It's a proper international staging post; a civilised tipple between frontiers.
And, wouldn't you know it, we're too early. The cabin crew tell us they need 10 minutes to set up the bar. The 10 minutes become 20, mainly because so many of the passengers are milling about getting in the way.
The bar is tucked down the back of the 76-seat business-class section. For takeoff and landing, the area is stripped bare. Once the kitset horseshoe-shaped bar is set up with a couple of curved couches on the sides, it's all aboard for the 36,000ft swill.