It gives the Amex Centurion lounge a run for its money.
THERE WAS NO ENORMOUS LINE!
I FELT LIKE A HUMAN BEING!
I died.
I died in my Uber ride here, and this is heaven, which for some reason has TSA agents.
THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT REARRANGED OUR BAGS INSTEAD OF YELLING AT US TO DO IT FOR THEM.
They offered an in-flight drink (my usual- a gin & tonic in the mistaken belief it will protect me from the mouthbreathers on the plane).
I'm rapidly progressing from "impressed with Delta" to "actively angry at United."
I'm pretty sure I've got a layover in Narnia at this point.