But what really stands out is the impeccable service. From the moment I checked in, I was greeted by name by every single hotel staff. And that was just the beginning. In my room, a plate of perfectly shaped red bean macarons sprawled out on the table waiting to be photographed then devoured. Next to it sat a fishbowl with a goldfish intermittently swimming inside. I named him Sunshine and he became my pet for the next forty-eight hours. The next day, two perfect red bean mochi balls replaced the macarons. How did they know about my red bean obsession? How did they know?
{live fabulously}
