D-Day minus zero. After reading an article in the Star Tribune, last October, I am living it. Well, about to live it.
Ready to leave the house, bags packed.
Having flown from Minneaplis to Chicago to catch a flight to London, I had the great luck of getting upgraded to Business Class. I am here to testify to being engaging, charming and deferential. And smarmy doesn’t hurt.
So this is the the British Air business class lounge at O’Hare:
And they serve a very nice sliced beef sandwich.
Also, if I might pint out, they pour a delicious Chardonney.
But as luck would have it—and thanks to Amex Platinum—I have access to Air France and Swiss Air business lounges. And four hours to kill. Let’s go search for the best amenities.
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