So Batty did what every loyal traveler eventually does:
he wandered off.

Enter EVA Air.

First surprise: Bangkok arrival ahead of the usual crowd. Immigration? Empty.
Batty walked through like he owned the airport (he doesn’t… yet).

Then the seat:
1-2-1 configuration. Wide. Private.
Enough space for Batty, his expectations, and a mild identity crisis.

Then the pajamas.
Not the “one-size-fits-nobody” situation.
We’re talking designer vibes. Batty briefly considered canceling Bangkok and just staying onboard.

And the food…
This is where it gets emotional.
Because suddenly, it tasted like something Batty remembered.
Like Austrian Airlines… back when Austrian Airlines tasted like Austrian Airlines.

Service? Impeccable.
While others dim the lights and disappear into galley gossip mode, EVA turns into a quiet night-shift orchestra of attention. Always present. Never intrusive. Almost suspiciously good.

And yes… the espresso.
Batty hesitated. Batty reflected. Batty drank.
Conclusion: Taiwan wins this round ☕

So here we are.
Same price league. Completely different feeling.

Batty’s final thought:
Premium isn’t defined by the ticket.
It’s defined by what stays with you after landing.

Right now… that feeling speaks Mandarin.