You know what they say:
When in Denmark, have a chef visit your room to prepare a private feast for you and your friends.
We'll admit, it sounds smoother in Danish.
Next time you require 77 rooms in a historic building in downtown Copenhagen, this is your place. Enter under a dramatic frieze to check-in with the front desk, before finding post-flight restoration among gleaming marble in your suite's soaking tub. You want to look nice when the private chef arrives to serve you and five friends a lavish Nordic feast in your dining room.
But if another special feast sounds like a drag, you could opt instead for a drink at the bar in glass-encased Restaurant Niels. A few aquavits later and you'll likely find yourself sitting across an alluring blonde, sharing lobster with pickled rosehips and wild duck with green blackberries and resisting the urge to ask why they're not just called greenberries.
The night will spiral into some minor form of Scandinavian debauchery. Eventually, morning will come. You'll lie awake in your four-poster bed, kind of wishing you were alone. Hey, no excuse like an appointment at the spa, where there's a Turkish bath and sauna.
It's not what you say, but how you say it.