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Bubbly and a burger, ma’am? Celebrating the pleasures of hotel room service

The butler delivered it! Hotel room service is a luxury worth indulging in PICTURE: ALAMY

SWADDLED in the hotel’s plush monogrammed bathrobe, I answer the door to the smiling gentleman in a bow tie wheeling in a linen-draped trolley. Removing the polished silver cloche with a dramatic flourish to reveal a pile of fat, syrupy pancakes, I clap my hands with unabashed glee, erasing thoughts of a raging overdraft from my mind. There are only two things that make me feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman: designer shopping and room service, the latter being slightly more achievable.

Have you ever been so hungover that you’ve paid a taxi driver to go to McDonald’s for you, then thrown your keys out of the window so they can let themselves in and deliver it to the sofa? No? Just me, then. Well, room service is one step up and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the opportunity pass me by.

Tray bon: The gourmet room service offerings at the new Fauchon L’Hôtel in Paris

My first real experience of it was on holiday in the US with my family. While our parents went out for dinner, my brother and I were allowed to order from room service and, unsupervised, we went to town. Chocolate milkshakes, pizza, ice cream, fries… you name it, we ordered it. It was like winning the snack lottery.

Of course, my folks were less than impressed when they received the bill, but by then the damage was done. From the cheap-as-chips menu in a beach resort in Sri Lanka, where I ordered everything from cheeseburgers to lobster to be delivered to my bed, to the ropey and eye-wateringly expensive pizza I drunk-ordered in a boutique New York hotel, I was hooked.

Morning! Bloody Marys at Boston’s The Godfrey

But it looks like the silver cloche business could be on a slippery slope thanks to the growing trend of hotels ditching room service in favour of delivery apps like Deliveroo and Uber Eats, who will bring food directly to your hotel room. While it would be far gentler on my wallet to have a mardy teenager thrust a takeaway egg McMuffin into my hands, it doesn’t quite have the appeal of freshly flipped pancakes and a single rose.

Still, there is hope for room service yet: the kooky Hotel Pelirocco in Brighton, for instance, goes that extra mile to guarantee guests’ pleasure with a dedicated sex toy menu, while the new Fauchon L’Hôtel Paris, which opened in September, is revolutionising room service with its range of gourmet tray meals. And across the pond in Boston, The Godfrey is winning a slew of room service fans thanks to Sunday morning Bloody Mary carts, which are delivered to your door complete with all the trimmings, guaranteeing a kick-ass start to the day.

With all this on the cards, I’m staying in my robe, thanks.