Often, when I’m on the road for work, I’ll find interesting little restaurants in out-of-the-way places. I’m used to settling down at a table with some flowers, accompanied by salt and pepper shakers at the table. But as I’ve mentioned before, sometimes I’m just so tired that all I want is room service and a quiet meal alone.
Some hotels actually have services where it's not the hotel itself but local restaurants who will deliver meals to your room: now, those meals can be absolutely atrocious, but last night, I had one that was delicious: a really tasty, fresh, house salad with a homemade dressing, homemade cheese ravioli and a sliver of exceptionally good New York-style cheesecake. (Not exactly diet food, mind you, but pretty decent comfort food!) This service even followed up with a phone call to inquire about how my meal was. I was impressed. Who knew.
Maybe it was just that I was starving at the end of a long day, but last night it was just splendid. Meals on the road aren’t the same as home-cooked meals, and so last night wasn’t half bad.
“Never eat at a place called ‘Mom’s, ‘ but if the only other place in town has a sign that says ‘Eats,’ go back to ‘Mom’s.’” (-W C Fields)