Tuesday’s hotel had a lobby pantry with sad bananas and a tiny fridge. I grabbed a 6-ounce yogurt, a pack of crackers, and two pre-peeled eggs, then ate them at the desk while reviewing tomorrow's route.
Not glamorous, but my food plan stayed simple: breakfast bar at 7, grocery stop at 6, no kitchen required. I did miss a real plate. The paper cup made the eggs feel like a tiny sad parfait.
Next morning I bought a $4 plastic bowl from the gift shop and felt weirdly proud. What’s your no-kitchen hotel dinner that doesn’t require a fork?