My butler arrives to speak me by the options of my room (managed by an iPad, that are all the time a Marmite transfer for accommodations principally reasonably priced to the over-50s). He affords to unpack my suitcase, which, as a Brit, after all provides me the horrors. “The contents of your ‘maxi-bar’ are all complimentary, other than the alcohol,” he purrs, gesturing to an enormous, polished cupboard inlaid with a Chinoiserie dragon. I nearly chorus from blurting out, “You’d bloody hope so!” When you hit $1k an evening, throwing in a number of crisps and Cokes feels just like the least a resort might do. Usually for the US, breakfast shouldn’t be included within the entry-level room charges; searching the web site, the B&B value for some suites is similar because the room-only value; for entry stage rooms, $65 per room seems to be added for brekkie.