In Need of Comfort

August 7, 2013 at 12:13 pm Leave a comment

comfortWhy oh why oh why don’t hotels offer comfort food?

When I am away from home and travelling on business, which seems to be about half of my life these days, all I ask is for a clean, comfortable and quiet room with fully functioning air-conditioning, and to be left alone…….and maybe a mini-bar ( 😉 ).

And, when it comes to food and eating, I do not want to be Billy No Mates on his own in the hotel or any nearby restaurant, trying to look engrossed in my iPad or a hardly thumbed paperback. If nothing else the constant stream of unwelcome and unsolicited attention from predatory females is enough to put you off your food….. 🙂

But one can not survive more than a night or two on the slim pickings of the mini-bar menu. An evening meal consisting of a bag of Nobby’s Nuts, Pringles and a miniature Toblerone for dessert just does not do it for me after a hard day at the office. This hardly gets close to your five a day and is likely to have Jamie Oliver beating down your door to take you into care.Toblerone

And, the usual room-service fare is so repetitive and unimaginative. I do not get excited by the ubiquitous options of soup of the day, a classic caesar salad, posh burgers, posh pizzas, and a selection of British cheeses with the odd grape and a stale cracker or two.

In truth, I can always manage a steak no matter how tired or stressed I may be – I tend to lose my appetite when anxious – but the quality of cooking and the meat itself is often a disappointment. And you cannot eat a steak on consecutive nights. I am not American after all.

All I ever really want when I am away from home is to curl up on a (king-size) bed with a good movie or something decent on the TV, and some comfort food. And, I am sure that I am not alone in this. So why oh why do hotels not serve cheap, quick, homely comfort food? There are nights when I would kill (not literally) for a bowl of macaroni cheese, or baked beans or maybe a slice of cheese on toast. I would even tolerate Welsh Rarebit if they insisted on poshing it up a bit.

And now I am feeling really hungry…….

 

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