The food was terrific. But that wasn’t it. My lie-flat seat was lovely. But that wasn’t it, either. And, no, it wasn’t the surprisingly good Turkish wine, or the big screen TV. No, what I think back on as I reflect on my two business class flights on Turkish Airlines last month are the little things; the chefs in brilliant white aprons and white chef hats; the little salt and pepper shakers that were shaped like minarets; the small candle (battery-powered, of course) in a tiny paper bag that accompanied my main meals, and the two chocolates they hand out Read more
