A weekly ode to the joys of moaning about your holiday.
I'm hopeless with room service, mainly because I'm hopeless with tipping. Given room service is traditionally a financial extravagance inconsistent with the health of my bank balance, I always feel guilty when I do it. Then, when the meal arrives I never know how much money to give the hotel staff member who's had the pleasure of wheeling the food into my room. In the States you'll often get a receipt to sign telling you the gratuity has already been calculated for you. So does that mean you don't have to tip? Or you tip less?
And can you ask for change if you only have big bills?
It's a high-stress situation for something you're theoretically doing to de-stress yourself. As in, you've decided that leaving your room in the pursuit of food is just a bridge too far. So an over-priced menu is perused, a phone call is made and for an evening you get to pretend you're rich. If you're like me, you'll also be pretending to feel laidback while you're at it.
Not all my room service experiences have however, been pricey. One in a hotel in Kerala, southern India was for a plate of fried rice and was hardly bank-busting. From memory I was even armed with some appropriate rupees to tip the chappie a gently generous (but not flamboyantly so) amount.