Hell is Hotel Food

With few exceptions, hotel food is bad. They may call it coq au vin, or fettucine alfredo, and it may resemble that, and they will charge as if that’s what it is. But it has the spongy, reheated, premade, taste-blurred quality of frozen dinners from the Safeway. They seem to think they can charge for things the way the airport does. If they call a thing high quality, and if they put ferns around you, and obsequious underpaid waiters in vaguely European aprons, that’s enough to make you conclude that the food must taste good. There are fine restaurants in hotels, but they’re rare. Mostly –it’s bad. Just…bad.

But no one speaks of the emperor’s new clothes.


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