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I was one told by my grandma that flying used to be a classy event. My first few flights, oh, 18 years ago, certainly felt that way, but ever since airplanes became the armpits of the skies, my feeling about airlines has somewhat soured. Also, I live in Boston while my family and former life resides in Toronto, and I had become accustomed to either a 10 hour drive or a $400 plane ride that, soup to nuts, Logan to Pearson, took almost as long. Planes were not my friends.
ENTER PORTER AIRLINES.
Extremely friendly desk employees? Check.
Flight attendants in wee pillbox hats? Check.
Breezing through Terminal E onto a half-full plane? Check.
Free booze served in actual glasses on all the flights? Check.
Actual FOOD on a little puddle-jump from Boston to Toronto? Check.
Cheap-ass flights, when booked reasonably ahead of time? Check.
Arriving directly into Toronto proper, waiting only on the kinda silly slow-as-molasses ferry instead of the hours spent the evil TTC 192 Rocket out of Kipling? Check.
Munching on free almonds while sipping free (surprisingly tasty!) cappuccinos while surfing free wifi on schmancy new Macs in the Toronto Porter lounge? Checkity check.
Also, how cute is that raccoon? SO FREAKING CUTE.
My only remarks would be that it's a little weird how much more thorough, even to the point of grilling, the customs agents are at Billy Bishop--they even went so far as to ask my American, decidedly non-Jewish boyfriend what he would be eating for Passover dinner at my family's, poor thing. Also, the planes are all prop planes, which are kind of fun to watch outside your window, but result in a pretty intense buzzing throughout the cabin. It's almost like driving a manual transmission--you really *feel* the flying. Which is a little unsettling up in the air, since you hardly get much higher than the clouds. Usually planes don't advertise how high they go, you know?
Still, that said, I am blown away by this airline. In the words of my MBA-touting sister, let us all pray for the sustainability of its business model.
(n.b. Yes, I realize the irony of this review following so closely on the heels of this one: http://www.yelp.ca/biz/lazy-flamingo-hamilton#hrid:p9QIe8av3kylFN0KU4Rh8Q/src:self, but hey, what can I say? Canada is a land of contradictions.)
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