We take full responsibility for trying to satisfy a craving that would have been better left un-quenched, and for having failed to do the proper math. (Even though the drink showed up on the menu for just $13, after tax, a room service fee, and gratuity had all been added on, we were face-to-face with a $20 hot chocolate. A boozy one at that, but still...)
However, to make an unfortunate situation slightly better, our attendant immediately sensed that the drink might not have been as fresh off the stovetop (or microwave) as we would have liked, so he offered to run it down to the kitchen for us and bring it back again piping hot. Much appreciated, Phillip!
But we can't claim that all of our dining experiences at the hotel were that terrible. The next morning, we treated ourselves to breakfast in the hotel's all-yellow 24-hour restaurant (named, unssumingly, 24/7 Restaurant). And that's where the hotel really shone for us.
Amidst an entirely yellow-painted diner (yellow floors, yellow booths, yellow chairs), we ate a yellow omelette (spinach, mushrooms and swiss, in case you were wondering) with toast and potatoes, for just $10, plus $3 for tea. That bill made us way happier than the one we half-heartedly signed the night before. And did a much better job of making us feel re-charged, too!
The diner was practically empty, though, which worked well for us—underslept as we were, and still with a bunch of emails to send and stories to write, we were grateful for the quiet, monochrome breakfast we enjoyed in near total peace.