We have an early flight tomorrow from SFO, so we decided to spend the night at the Grand Hyatt and get up at a more civilized hour than we’d need to awaken tomorrow if we were at home.
We stopped on our way here to visit an old friend for dinner, Max’s ; they had a special Hanukkah menu and I had the brisket with latkes (no photo, sorry), while Diane chose the mini-Reuben sandwich (which was a much better choice); we split a chocolate-dipped macaroon, too.
We checked into the hotel and took the AirTrain to the terminal so we could walk off dinner and see a little of the airport’s art collection.
It was odd walking through the terminal unencumbered by luggage; it was also a very quiet time to be in the terminal, with many of the airline counters closed for the evening. We circumnavigated the pre-security corridors and returned to the hotel to rest before tomorrow’s adventure.