It’s 2 AM. You’ve just returned to your hotel room after a night carousing on the town. The corner stores have long-since closed, and you’ve been left tipsy, alone, and in need of an after-hours morsel. And then, like some culinary apparition, it beckons you from the corner of the room: the hotel mini-bar.
At some point, despite our better judgement (or thanks to a generous expense account), we’ve all ceded to the temptation of this invention’s price-bloated contents — whether in the form of $13 cashews or a $6 water bottle. Sometimes it’s for lack of alternate options, and sometimes, it’s just because we’re lazy; the mini-bar caters to these situations without discrimination.
Here’s a price sampling that might look familiar to you