Things We Wish We'd Never Eaten #6: Room Service

Given that we were treating our week in San Fran as a honeymoon, we went a bit wild. With room service. Each morning we breakfasted by the window in our room. Why wouldn't you? There was no view from the restaurant downstairs. We were really lucky actually, and the first few days were incredibly clear. There was a lot of fog later in the week, but it was equally gorgeous in its own way.

Eggs Benedict with a swimming pool full of hollandaise

The photo above shows some of the best eggs benny I've ever had, and the biggest bowl of hollandaise I've ever seen. Also, all the breakfasts in America come with potatoes. It's a bit weird really. Most mornings we indulged in the Fairmont Spa Breakfast. It came with a fruit smoothie, tea or coffee, an egg-white and vegetable omelette, breads, granola, yoghurt and fresh berries. Yummm.

The Spa Breakfast

The room service desserts also deserve a mention and a picture. Below is some lemon and raspberry concoction of pure deliciousness. Notice the fancy cutlery.

Dessert of the Gods

I'll finish with a funny story that's not technically related to room service. Thanksgiving was the Thursday, and although we'd already decided to eat at the hotel we left it until Wednesday to enquire about a booking. Daniel rang to see if we could reserve a table at the buffet.
"I'm sorry, we're fully booked" the guy on the phone said, sounding bored.
Daniel asked "are there seats available for the set menu, then, by any chance?
"No, they're booked out too."
"Oh ok, never mind, thanky--..."
The guy interrupted him. "Are you a guest of the hotel? You're in room, oh, 2303? Oh, Mr Kippin?"
"Yes."
"Umm, let me talk to my boss and I'll call you back, Sir."
His boss rang us back five minutes later and said they could seat us at whatever time we wished. It was nice to be on the receiving end of some reverse discrimination. We filled our bellies with beet carpaccio, cauliflower soup, pumpkin risotto, scallops, turkey and pumpkin pies for dessert, and magicked away a bottle of very nice red wine in the process.