A taste of the golden age of air travel

Flying up to Toronto – and back through the decades

For me, flying Porter Airlines for the first time was as much about travelling back in time as up to Toronto from New York. The Ontario-based upstart airline is gloriously retro, from its jaunty in-flight magazine to the Mad Men-like outfits worn by its cabin crew. I’m a jaded flyer, and spend as much as two weeks each month either on planes or travelling to and from airports, but my first hour-long Porter trip was a pleasant reminder of real jetsetting: on the single-class, leather-seated planes (each Bombardier holds just 74 passengers), fresh coffee was served in fine china.


Even better was the fact that Porter planes land at Toronto City Airport, from where it took me just five minutes to reach downtown by cab; also, immigration was a breezy snap thanks to the planes’ small passenger capacity. And the VIP lounge, stocked with coffee and snacks, is open to all Porter passengers. The only problem I found with flying Porter? I wish its international routes reached further than just America.

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