When I travel, I will only stay at five star hotels, providing that they honor one request of mine, which is, they have to have a snack in the room waiting for me when I check in. My last experience in that regard was unusual, because as I entered the room expecting to see something chocolate or the equivalent, the hotel left me a plate of broccoli. I reluctantly ate it, after accepting the fact that I was lodging in a bitter suite.
