why there is something magical about room service

On the shores of Lake Como, Villa d’Este, Italy, 2 a.m., a desire to tagliolini al limone… The answer on the phone is immediate.
“Certo!
– Oh…
– My…signore, Do you want them natural or in chicken broth? »

“Provençal gastronomy is not limited to bouillabaisse”

This anecdote told by Sylvain Ercoli, director of the Bulgari Hotel in Paris, testifies to the dimension both magical and extremely simple of the great hotel art: “ Room service focuses on the importance of classics, dishes like at home. It is a delicate balance between innovation and tradition, luxury and simplicity, globality and locality. Beyond that, there is a sort of natural solidarity created by the universe of the night; when a customer calls at 3 a.m. and within fifteen minutes is served spaghetti with tomato basil sauce with a nice glass of Italian wine, then, at that moment, our mission is successful. » Seven people are on duty at night in his five-star hotel on Avenue George-V, you can ask for a Neapolitan pizza as well as a bicycle at 2 a.m.

Room service is a kind of exercise in its own right, defying all logic, because it comes from a sudden desire, a craving, an impulsive snack. He is a bohemian (chic) ​​child. It responds to our desire for ultimate privacy, to withdraw from the world while enjoying it. Just four walls, yours. Well, those in your room. Preferably a hotel. Life, like the note, then takes on a deliciously salty touch.

No dress code

Room service is a bit of an exclusive life, just for you. The world can stop, no matter, there are, gathered in a room, two beings who have every reason to be there. To hell with restaurants and their public transport, you are here just for you and your sole pleasure. Once the door is closed, all that will remain is the essential and its irresistible superfluity.

Whatever your manias and your obsessions, there is something like an extraterritoriality in the room and its room service. No dress code, you can walk around your den with your tie undone and one shoe on backwards. You can even do nothing (the new hedonism), not think, read a book while lying on a spoon, play with sulfur, reclaim time and its space, do what you like. In room service there is a sort of carte blanche, a blank page. It is not exclusive to large hotels; even in a three-star hotel, you just need to plan your own stewardship. This fits easily into a travel bag: a pretty bottle, grapes, tangerines, biscuits and something tender. It can also be the loners’ Eden, but they won’t tell you about it, for fear of making people envious…