Winecliff Station
Service Attendant
I was on the last transatlantic trip of the QE2, in steerage (or whatever the lowest class is called). Only twin beds in the rooms – hanky panky is a privilege reserved for the upper classes. The whole point of a Cunard trip is to experience life as it might have been during the golden age of ocean travel. Strict class segregation – the QE2 even separated elevators by class, with no access to unauthorised decks.
Except for the first and last nights, the rule was only evening attire (i.e. black tie) is allowed after 6pm outside of your cabin, although it's mostly enforced by peer (peerage?) pressure. There was a cafe on a lower deck that'll serve you regardless, if you're brave enough to run the gauntlet of glares from fellow passengers.
Members of the Cunard Critics chat board organised a tour of the all the decks and most of the different staterooms, so we got to see how the other half lived. And passengers with upper class accomodations were allowed to bring guests into their grill rooms for drinks, so we had a chance to experience life at the top.
It was a lot of fun.
That was a wonderful crossing, side by side with the QM2 and sailing under the Verrazano for the last time. That was the only time we had the pleasure of sailing Princess Grill, but if it weren’t for the final crossing I would not have spent the extra as I didn’t find it worth the cost.
I remember that sailing there was a passenger with a whippet who was a service dog, named Devo