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For dinner this particular night, we got a couple of small pizzas from the Pizza Express near our hotel. In their haste, they forgot to cut the pizzas, so we called room service and asked for a butter knife to cut them ourselves. To our surprise, the knock on the door yielded this lovely surprise: A butter knife, laid carefully on a napkin, setting delicately on a silver platter. We were expecting a guy to just pull a knife out of his pocket and hand it to us. Presentation: 10/10! (Or maybe we just have low standards.) |