It was because of the pumpkin ravioli.
Drizzled in white truffle oil.
It might have been the wild mushrooms.
In a parcel of pastry.
With greens and garlic.
I DID IT. I guess is my point. I checked into the Phoenix Inn in Olympia and as I received the key the desk clerk told me that room service was done by the restaurant across the street and that I would find their menu in the room. I asked if they had many vegetarian items and was told that they had several 'specialty' dishes and then she confided to me that Olympia was a mecca for vegetarians.
I couldn't find the menu in the room so I called the number listed in the directory of hotel services and the nice young lady went through the menu. I was tempted by the vegetable tart and even more by the curried vegetables with fried tofu. But I love mushrooms and Joe loves ravioli so that was settled. As we were wrapping up I told her our room number. She told me that it would have to be picked up tonight as she was the only one on shift.
Mushroom Strudel. Gone.
Pumpkin Ravioli, with walnuts, in truffle oil. Gone. Gone. Gone.
We never get food like this for room service. Ever. An evil plan formed in my mind. I tried to stop myself, I did. Really. I did.
But the words came out of my mouth, "Oh, well, we'll have to cancel the order, I'm in a wheelchair and it's just to difficult to get out and over there."
There was a dramatic pause, then she said, "Hold on a minute." I heard her cover the receiver and then call to someone else. "There's a guy at the hotel in a wheelchair, think we can get the food over to him?" Someone answered in the distance, back on line she said, "We can get that over to you."
I thanked her. Hung up. And giggled. It worked. I know I shouldn't have done it. Using my wheelchair. I know it was across the street but Joe's foot is still bothering him badly. I know we should have just thanked them and then called for a pizza.
The parcels of pastry were good.