The Delta SkyClub JFK Lounge Review was the first of my tour of Delta SkyClubs conducted in one day. My great routing for 12,500 Delta kyats took me from JFK-SFO-SLC. Along the way I laughed, I cried, I drank, and I slept.
Me: One beer, one Bloody Mary please.
Bartender: Sir, it’s not 8AM yet.
Before you slander me for a nonexistent drinking problem, realize that I was one of many thirsty patrons at the Delta SkyClub bar waiting for first call. What’s life without music? What’s a lounge without alcohol? When the clock finally struck midnight, all of us made a mad rush for the bar, flipped over bar stools, and demanded drinks. Calm was restored after a few sips.
I rather enjoyed the JFK Lounge even if the food wasn’t anything special. Of note was the obscene size of the bagels and the tubs of cream cheese. My wish in life is to wake up to a bagel with a perfect amount of cream cheese and a fresh glass of pineapple juice. On this occasion, it was self-serve but I made due. Like the Delta Lounge in Salt Lake, this one had peeled egg whites, another one of life’s little pleasures (take note AA Lounge JFK).
Fed, full, fat, and appropriately tipsy, I left the lounge for my flight. The next stop was the Delta SkyClub SFO.