I am a veteran of the Turkish Airlines Lounge in Istanbul, I even claim ‘my spot.’ I was surprised today when I saw a Turkish family enjoying a luscious plate of baklava. I did a double-take having not seen it on my prior circuits of the dessert table with its Demel of Austria cakes (that my American sweet tooth finds not sweet enough).
Later, a table of young women had their plate of baklava. Is this table service like AeroMexico in Mexico City, a roaming service such as the cheese cart in Istanbul, or a spot I have missed in the cavernous lounge? There are so many things to eat and do it is forgivable to miss some.
I asked a nearby lounge staff and his eyes twinkled, “Ah! The baklava.”
“Yes, where is the baklava?”
With that twinkle his bushy eyebrows gestured, “Upstairs. It is only upstairs.”
A spot I had missed. Upstairs, all the way back from the main entrance, across the stairs.
It was near midnight and I snagged the last piece!