Like a less gruesome version of Hansel and Gretel, I discovered that the Rosewood Hotel Georgia had it out to sweeten me up when I checked in.
When I arrived in my room there was a giant Oreo-type cookie awaiting me and baiting me to eat it. I acquiesced. The two chocolatey sides were more like melt-in-your mouth brownie than crunchy, crumbly cookie, which was a welcome surprise.
The next morning you’d think I’d have had my fill, but I’d now developed a habit which I had to feed. So it was a chocolate croissant for breakfast at the Parisian-style Bel Cafe connected to the hotel. ‘Tis a sweet life.