Six Lounge Sets Walked Off a Red-Eye. Only Three Made It to Dinner
The reservation was for 8 p.m. in Lisbon. My flight touched down at 10:40 a.m. That gap — nine-plus hours of cafés, hill climbs, and people-watching between baggage claim and the first glass of vinho verde — is where most “comfortable flight outfits” go to die. You land looking like you slept in your clothes, … Read more