Aaah, but then you would have to stay at one of the unbilled stars of the film, the PHT. Head up to the New York Bar. Light up a stogie and drink a Glenmorangie (like Bill, except he was drinking "Suntory"). The pinnacle of civilization, and for people of a certain age and beyond, better than sex.

Check out the lounge singer. Not quite the movie-caliber, but can come close. Not as bad as in the GH in Seoul, where they are always atrocious, featuring some serious second-string washouts. But the lounge is always packed with locals, so they must like it. To me, it is a sure way to drive away paying customers.