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I’ve always had a problem with ‘all-you-can-eat’. While for many it would represent a good-value option, my innate greediness means I’ve always seen it as a challenge, and a chance to get as much as I possibly can, like a squirrel storing his nuts ahead of winter. 598 more words
“I’m having tea at the Strand Palace Hotel”, I declared in a faux-grandiose manner to my landlord.
As a gentleman who has known the London arts scene for many a year, he then recounted tales of pre-Perestroika Soviet orchestras staying at the very same hotel during UK tours – making the very most of the buffet breakfast by eating and stashing as much as they possibly could in the hope of saving-up their Pound Sterling per diems as cold hard cash. 513 more words