I ordered the "pot of hot cocoa" downstairs at the "Fountain Coffee Room" and imagined it being served in as ritzy-ditzy a fashion as the other foo-foo chee-chee places provided me (see above). At The Plaza, they give you your own silver pot on a silver tray, a cute white mug and a dish with three kinds of nuts. At The Standard they could serve your coffee in their hands and I'd have been happy cuz you're on the roof on a 14 story building in the middle of downtown LA. And Chadz Cafe in Montana was local coffee house style at it's best.
So, now comes my new warm-beverage adventure: hot cocoa at the Beverly Hills Hotel. I agree to pay the $5, am excited to find out how big a "pot" of cocoa is, and to taste what the Beverly Hills Hotel calls cooca.
Swiss fucking Miss. They served me Swiss Miss instant "cocoa." I asked the waiter if my guess was right, and he proved it by showing me the Swiss Miss bag.
Fuck you Fountain Coffee Room
at the Beverly Hills Hotel