Sometimes I think that I am a bit of a snob because I prefer, and am willing to pay for, hotels which delight. Hotels which deliver a quality product. As in --
- rooms that have sufficient acoustic insulation so that all one hears from people passing in the hall is a quiet murmur.
- restaurants with actual food, linens, and utensils. I like a bowl of Froot Loops as much as the next person, but watching underpaid workers have to hustle to feed the masses is distressing, as is watching said masses showing up in pajamas.
- check in staff who know that the word is 'you', not 'yuhz'.
Good thing I don't have money, or I really would be a snob.