It wasn't hard to see we'd be kicked out of the lounge eventually. It was WAAAAAY too good for us expat jinglies.
"Mirinda"... it's that crap MidEast version of fanta, bottled/canned in the Saudi "kingdom" and India and retails for one dirham (25cents) in the pop machines. Times are tough...
The sandwiches are made with the standard local stale, crumbly, sugary bread, a shaving of chicken, and some flavoured paste. Not gonna miss them...
But no free Snickers bars!!?!?!?? Yet another kick in the balls for the SFIs!!
By the way, they also want you to switch off the power to the simulators downstairs at the wall, when you're finished.