"The pillows have hair!"
"So what are you going to do?" I responded, matter-of-factly. "Are you going to complain and that's it? Let's just call concierge and request new pillows."
Amidst flares of fury, the sleepy polar bear approached the phone without any plan for the subsequent steps. "What's the number for concierge?"
Recalling information received from the girl at the check-in desk, I repeated her exact words: "Dial 0 for 24/7 concierge."
The sleepy polar bear would continue munching on butter-coated rounds of bread in the meantime, passively aggressively noting temperature preferences: "It would be better warm." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
The "Fire Grilled Burger" was flawless - noteworthy in its sweet-savoury combination and exemplary meat patty. The brioche bun was positively plush, bacon crispy, and fresh veggies crunchy and refreshing. Though I had my initial reservations towards the portion size, I surprised both of us by depleting the burger in its entirety. Remnants of the salad would be reserved for later consumption and stored in the hotel fridge until check-out.
I sampled a forkful of the fish, then quickly deduced superiority of my spread. Given the price difference of eight dollars, the Prime Angus Burger would easily rank higher than the likes of the twenty-seven dollar Pickerel plate, whether in taste, presentation, or value.
The Ironwood Hard Cider served as a convenient escape for the ghastly starter, despite not being all that formidable on its own.
The fireworks show had commenced before we managed to make our way over. While hurrying over, we found our perspective to be evolving for the worse, similar to the crowding case at the Distillery District's Tree Lighting Ceremony. In the chaos of it all, we turned to one another and agreed that staying in the hotel room would have been the better choice; the finale was observed through an overlay of barren branches.
Roaming to just north of the lights display, we entered into Hershey's Chocolate World.