A tiny little lounge awaits after passing gates C to the internal departures. This forgotten part of the terminal feels like a haunted space. No traveler, only one cafe and a small duty-free shopping corner. The lounge is as small handled by a rude and impolite blond lady helped by two decent gentlemen.
The small-sized lounge located on the first floor offers a view on the empty terminal, an oval hall after passport control. I enjoyed having a draft beer at the lounge.
Three kinds of leather sofas, floor made of wood, design items occupying the walls, a bar at the center, and a food buffet. Pasta, sautéed vegetables, meatballs, bread and croissants, salad bar, cheese, slices of turkey, cornflakes.
Hello sir, can I have a glass of cold water? “Have it yourself at the fountain” replied the lady. The lounge was empty, we were alone, and no attention was given to us whatsoever. Leaving the lounge, goodbye is not on the agenda.
Honestly, don’t bother visiting the lounge; spend your time at gates A and B where an endless choice of restaurants await.
