Admirals Club Chicago O’Hare Review is part of the Punxsutawney TPOL Trip Report, where TPOL leaves the basement and outflanks COVID, at least for now.
Remember lounge fun in Chicago (see Delta Sky Club Chicago: Hot Dog! A Great Bloody Mary)? It’s gone. Now, the lounge is like grade school. Single file! Masks on!
Having missed breakfast after a long night out for NYE (see Happy New Year! TPOL’s NYC NYE Party Guide), I was naively hopeful that the Admirals Club would have adequate food and not the typical offering of hummus and carrots found in all domestic lounges.
I was wrong, partially.
Thanks to everyone’s favorite credit issuer, Citi, I had a guacamole salad that was sort of freshly prepared.
I also had falafel and tzatziki. Falafel, despite the simplicity of ingredients, is one of the hardest foods to make. For a lounge, it was good enough. Like falafel, tzatziki is also surprisingly difficult to make well. For a lounge or a restaurant, I was impressed.
And now for the worst part of lounge reviews – pictures of seating. There are plenty of places to sit. The amount of seating correlates with the number of weird looks I received for taking photos of the seats.
The bar was not impressive as next to nothing is included. Looking for free beer? I hope you enjoy Miller Lite. They serve it at both bars.
Since the selection was poor and since I was in no mood to drink, I thought I would treat myself to a refreshing Coke Zero. Who knew there were so many flavors? The machine almost timed out while I made my selection.
I don’t receive weird looks when I take photos of planes coming and going.
This lounge was better than average.