Purely in the interests of research, mind, and recalling Bun’s excellent post and advise about falling down the stairs, I determined a second review of the Grey Goose Loft was in order. Research recall, for in two weeks the #1 and I go to Palm Springs, where we have to sit around a pool with Californian homosexuals, and especially those from LA, with perfect abs and teeth so white you could brush YOUR teeth in them! Hence we have been dieting on compounds of milkshakes with odd ingredients, no chips, and certainly no red wine. Well, at least my abs are heavily invested in, I often think, wherever they are anyway (I seem to have lost them in transit somewhere), whereas they probably bought theirs!
Anyhow, back to the Loft (which is also a chain of hotels in the US, so pretty good idea if you have one to many and need to sleep in the Clubhouse overnight!). Arriving for last night's VS17 I dropped the LV at the bag store and traipsed up those lovely white stairs, to a quiet loft (it filled up a bit later) and parked myself on a bar stool to read the menu:
Nothing but a classic gin martini for me, very dry, up, with lime twist and the bartender, pretty damned excellent at his job, managed it very nicely. So nicely that I had two (well, just checking again of course, consistency as they say ...). Some folk did have the edible gold, and I am told it IS real!
As the loft filled a little, people drifted up to the roof to see the sunset, on a beautiful warm Saturday evening, I had a good chat while passing my 40 minutes in the Clubhouse. I think the mixologist (as I should really call him) must have been the same as when Buns was in - he recalled a gentleman (sic.) wafting lyrically about V-Flyer!
While the loft is open, you can order from the Clubhouse menu as some people did. And, the Clubhouse always seems to come into its own for me when it's dark outside, here from the loft:
All to soon time is up, and with a hearty recommendation to try it for anyone flying later in the day, I drifted off merrily to gate 16 and away to Newark (strangely a very smooooooth take-off ): ).
Anyhow, back to the Loft (which is also a chain of hotels in the US, so pretty good idea if you have one to many and need to sleep in the Clubhouse overnight!). Arriving for last night's VS17 I dropped the LV at the bag store and traipsed up those lovely white stairs, to a quiet loft (it filled up a bit later) and parked myself on a bar stool to read the menu:
Nothing but a classic gin martini for me, very dry, up, with lime twist and the bartender, pretty damned excellent at his job, managed it very nicely. So nicely that I had two (well, just checking again of course, consistency as they say ...). Some folk did have the edible gold, and I am told it IS real!
As the loft filled a little, people drifted up to the roof to see the sunset, on a beautiful warm Saturday evening, I had a good chat while passing my 40 minutes in the Clubhouse. I think the mixologist (as I should really call him) must have been the same as when Buns was in - he recalled a gentleman (sic.) wafting lyrically about V-Flyer!
While the loft is open, you can order from the Clubhouse menu as some people did. And, the Clubhouse always seems to come into its own for me when it's dark outside, here from the loft:
All to soon time is up, and with a hearty recommendation to try it for anyone flying later in the day, I drifted off merrily to gate 16 and away to Newark (strangely a very smooooooth take-off ): ).
There's a plane at JFK, to fly you back from far away
all those dark and frantic transatlantic miles
all those dark and frantic transatlantic miles
