Next time, you might try calling the front desk to see if they can bring up a mini fridge. I'm not kidding. I've had very good luck with that at hotels in Chicago & San Diego. You know who clued me in on that? My mother. From her trips to the Indian casinos in the Northeast, she learned to call the front desk if the room lacked a fridge or mini bar that would fit anything other than its customary stock. Some of her companions on the trip needed the fridge for their medications. (Others just wanted 2-liter bottles of soda or chilled chardonnay in their rooms at night.) Me, I want it for my nonfat plain yogurt, the salads I make up from the salad bars at higher-end grocery stores & then carry home to the room at night, the home-made muffins (lacking preservatives) that I carry in my luggage with me, & other such perishable provisions.
(Resveratrol ... okay ... I have the spelling now. Thanks! I'm embarrassed. Usually I spell very well. What a wonderful word. It sounds like a motor oil or a rust prevention formula. Well, maybe it does prevent rust ... in a way.)


Though the marinated steak salad with roasted red peppers I had today was pretty darn good. 