Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Of mini-bars in our day and age
My brother PJ is (was?) in Edmonton. On his first morning, he woke up in the very early hours, 4:40AM, unable to sleep. Of course, he mentioned it on his Facebook wall. My suggestion: "Check the mini-bar and choose your poison". I think it is good enough to be a great unknown line. A great unknown line, but a poor advice: there was no mini-bar. I mean what? No mini-bar? I first blamed Edmonton, (sorry Debra!), thinking that a hotel without mini-bars was barbaric, then I remember that I didn't see one in my room during my last trip in Manchester. Okay, so it was not a very fancy place, but still. I wonder if mini-bars are not a thing of the past. They were everywhere back in the 80s-90s when we used to travel, filled with overpriced bottles and snacks. Now in our day and age, you have internet access, while the mini-bars are maybe becoming a rarity.