Now don’t get me wrong, if you are sitting at O’Hare with hours to kill before a flight, you could do much worse.
It is quite. It is clean. It is berifft of personality. Welcome to the Swiss Lounge.
No worries bout finding an Italian sandwich here. Or a Chinese sandwich. Or a any kind of sandwich. There aren’t any. While that might not be so bad, there is no Chardonnay. Only tiny little plastic bottles of Pinot Grigio.
Everything is hermetically sealed as only the Swiss can do.
For me it’s back to the British Airways lounge, where things are loose, the food is substantial and there is always the opportunity for a fight.