Planes are places of class distinction. Money, rather than lineage, divides the line between gentry and nobility, upper and middle classes. So, spiting birth and upbringing and connections and achievement, if you round up $29,055.80, you can fly round-trip, SFO to Dubai — a new flight just added by Emirates — like a fucking king.
Flight time’s about 15.5 hours each way; so what justifies a grand an hour? We boarded the Emirates A380 before its maiden voyage to Dubai from San Francisco and checked out the digs on the world’s largest passenger aircraft.
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In First Class, life is lived “on demand”. The food — multi-course meals served on Royal Doulton fine-bone china and cut with Robert Welch cutlery — comes when you want it. The booze — international wine vintages like the Mount Eden Chardonnay 2010 and Pharaoh Moans and Dominos 2006 Napa Valley — when you’re thirsty. The shower-spa — equipped with Bulgari aftershave and Taylor’s of Old Bond Street razors — prepped when you need it. And the lie-flat beds — privatized by a small sliding knee-wall door and padded with a plush mattress pad — assembled at your command.

If the First Class cabin ever registers as too stuffy, the Onboard Lounge, just down the aisle past Business Class, is available for mixed drinks and mingling. Or, if you’re staying in for the duration of the flight, there’s the 27-inch screen (20 inches in Business, 12.1 inches in Economy), controlled by an iPad-esque tablet (also available in Business). There are 1,800 channels of on-demand entertainment, available to everybody, not just the passengers paying for a fare equal to the cost of an Audi A3.
What makes me consider that the First Class experience is worth the price is Emirate’s attention to detail. The opulence of a shower, a lie-flat bed, a 27-inch screen, the lounge and some of the best on-demand dining around justifies added ticket cost. But for $30,000, you want every corner covered, and Emirates does that: fresh flowers in each suite, a minibar tucked away and unobtrusive, a vanity for a quick spritz of spa refreshment right in your seat. There’s a complimentary writing pad, for those who don’t take advantage of the wi-fi and mobile phone connectivity. It makes this writer content to know that some vestiges of our past aren’t lost on today’s upper crust. And if anything else may be amiss, there’s a league of Emirate’s all-female attendants to make things right.