After settling down in our room, I meandered down to the Ritz’s bar and grill, fondly called McGill’s. I immediately loved the atmosphere. Dark furniture was situated on a lovely wood floor and vintage pictures and antique accessories lined the walls. I found a cozy corner a few feet away from a crackling fire after teaching Ian, the bartender, how to concoct my signature drink, a Shirley Temple. As I type away, another bartender, Sean, approaches me. “Would you like a roasted marshmallow?” Uhhhh. “Sure!” I replied. And then watched in slight shock as he retrieved a bowl of marshmallows, got down on his knee and hand-roasted me a marshmallow. Talk about service! “I hope this makes your night,” he said, after introducing himself as Sean. The marshmallow was delicious too, in case you were wondering. (Sean proceeded to offer marshmallows to the other guests as well – so this was standard procedure, not extra special attention).