Brewing tea in the bathroom of the Luxe Hotel
So I'm sitting here on our bathroom floor in our hotel, the Luxe Bel Air -- a hotel normally way out of our league, but we got a great deal on our room (much better than the rates on the Web site). What they say about travel right now is true.
Why am I sitting on the bathroom floor typing? Because the success of our trip hinges on Gailor having a natural awakening this morning. We have different body clocks, and when we met in the Los Angeles airport yesterday, I found that her solution to having to get up at 4 a.m. to make her flight from Chicago was not to go to bed. ...
I'm sitting here and not in the hotel lobby because the one thing the Luxe lacks is coffee and tea in the lobby, something a Holiday Inn Express would have.
I, of course, woke up very early by Pacific time, so I decided to do something I vowed I would never do -- make a cup of tea with the room's Mr. Coffee machine, which is set up on the bathroom counter.
I finally produced a, let's call it a beverage, that was very hot and strong and in a blind taste test I couldn't tell you what it was. It doesn't taste like anything I've ever tasted before. Because it's the Luxe, the tea bags are very fancy: loose tea in some sort of long, thin metallic paper with holes in it. The wrapper says: Serengeti Tea Co. Ticolino High Tea Blend.
What it produced was, I guess, black tea that had overtones of coffee from the Mr. Coffee machine; but the coup de grace was the nondairy creamer I put in it.
Maybe if I bought a carton of milk and stuck it in the bar fridge for tomorrow...but I can't get around having to boil the water in the Mr. Coffee.
I think we're going to have a great time here. I got off the plane yesterday morning, and it was like someone had given me a couple of Valium. Please be patient if your comment doesn't get published right away. I'll do my best, but my guess is that I won't be getting any help from my friends on Easter weekend; I didn't want to ask.
I think we're going to have a great time, but it probably wasn't a good sign that Gailor ate my turn-down chocolate last night.
(Photo courtesy of the Luxe Web site)