I'd like this at home!

Normally, I don't wish for household servants. It would feel too weird to have someone around all the time who is not part of the family.

On our recent trip, however, I enjoyed getting up, showering, dressing, doing a little packing, and coming into a dining room where everything is laid out for breakfast.

Hot croissants in the plexi-glass container, little pots of jam and honey at the ready along with butter curls in a dish of ice. Fresh juice in glass containers. Sweet buns and cakes with almonds, or maybe assorted muffins fresh from the oven. All sorts of yogurt from plain with muesli on the side to fruit flavored strawberry, banana, peach, and blueberry. In the covered hot chafing dishes were mounds of fluffy scrambled eggs and alongside them piles of bacon, or in some cases a mixed grill of ham and sausages. Plates of cold cuts and cheeses were spread out in attractive designs. Then a waiter might ask what we'd like for a hot drink: Coffee, tea or hot chocolate? We always had cappuccino, sprinkled liberally with cocoa.

So could someone please come over in the morning and have that ready in the dining room at 211 Rosemont?