Sunset in Atlantic City
We looked at the menu the night before and I called to leave a message on the room service voice mail with our order and delivery time. However, I had no idea that I had transposed the last two digits of our room number...
When what I thought was the scheduled arrival time of our meal came and passed, I became well, annoyed. After 15 minutes or so I called to check on the status of our breakfast and was told of my mistake. I could feel the heated blush of embarrassment creep up my face as I was told, "We called the room number you gave us and were told you did not order breakfast."
Well, that's because I gave the wrong room number and now I've disrupted someone's vacation AND I still don't have breakfast. Ugh.
The person I was speaking with was forgiving and understanding and my mistake was quickly corrected.
Our breakfast arrived:
Something about those silly metal cloches - makes me feel important or royal or well, like a pampered guest.
Pancakes for the Mr.
Eggs Benedict for me
Berries and Cream - um, yes please!
In this case, it was about the overall experience more than the food. However, we were pleasantly surprised that the meal did in fact taste great as well. It arrived hot and we enjoyed eating at a leisurely pace, without crowds, before heading out. Fed Well, we then enjoyed the remainder of our day in Atlantic City.