What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen in a mini bar, and what sort of mini bar traveler are you? Do you sometimes accept the usurious prices for a cold beer or a packet of honey roasted peanuts, or do you only consume items you can easily replenish from the 7-11 down the road?
And is checking out the contents of the mini bar the first thing you do in a new hotel room?
Traveling for Lonely Planet, I don’t actually stay in mini bar equipped hotels much any more, but the occasional press trip for other folk does allow the mini thrill of seeing what’s on offer. A trip to Sydney once revealed everything from condoms to effervescent vitamin B hangover tablets (Do you have Berocca in the States?)
In a previous life I traveled a bit for business, and can safely say that an overpriced bottle of Tiger beer, a chilled Toblerone bar, and Mythbusters on the telly is as good an antidote as any to an eleven flight from Auckland to Singapore.
Thanks to Carla Michele on Flickr for the pic.