It was for the longest time that I resisted the lure of the hotel room-service menu. It didn’t seem right to order a generic dinner when the streets were lined with bistros, diners, izakayas, trattorias and so on that define the eating culture of the city or country I was in.
After all, what better way to get to know a place than to sit side-by-side with locals, charging your glass and cheering “kampai” (or cheers or salute or whatever the appropriate nod to good health)? And, trying new food or enjoying authentic dishes in the places in which they originated is close to my No.1 favourite thing about travelling.
But, once in a while, playing the tourist can get the better of us. It might be after a day on the cobblestone streets of Siena, Italy, or climbing the more than 300 stairs to the first floor of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Perhaps you’ve spent hours on the slopes of Whistler in Canada or conquered every adrenalin-rushing ride at Walt Disney World. Whatever the circumstances, sometimes we get tired or jet-lagged and, especially on long trips, we need a night to recharge.
And so to the roomservice menu. There’s never a doubt in my mind that the best options are the burger or club sandwich. Why? They are the most beloved of all and if a hotel can’t get the hero products right, then grab your coat and head out to dinner.
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