Does ketchup taste better at the Ritz-Carlton?

The view from the Ritz-Carlton through lace curtains.
It struck me, as I walked across the lobby with the “memory curator” that the gentleman who drove up in the Ferrari with his plastic girlfriend pays large sums of money to avoid people like me. 

But today I am incognito. 

I am masquerading in expensive clothes and expensive shoes and expensive lingerie and expensive hair….

Maybe they can still tell? 

Can they detect that I feel ill at ease? My movements are choppy and I have a nervous giggle. Am I talking too much with my hands again? Or maybe it was the two kids’ worth of grime in the back seat of the Honda that gave me away. The valet was muttering something into his headset as I walked away. 

Either way. I am a doctor. Why should any of this matter, anyway? Haven’t I already proven myself? Doesn’t holding the weight of someone’s heart in your hands give you some sort of magical pass? Where was I when that was given out?!?!?!

At least once I close the door to my corner room I can pretend to be somebody. There is no one else to remind me that I am not.

Then I see it: Caffeine.

I drink a cup of tea and then another cup of coffee. 

I do not want to sleep through the Ritz-Carlton. Oh, no. This must be savored like the fine sparkling wine sitting in the ice bucket by the huge window. The fine wine that I cannot have. Not yet at least.

Not yet.

By morning, though, as I am sitting down to a massive room service breakfast dressed only in a bed sheet, I realize that I have it figured out. Sure, I have burned enough calories that I do not have to pay attention to what I am eating but that is not it.


The secret is this: The little bottle of ketchup on the linen covered roll away table? It says “Heinz”.


72 thoughts on “Does ketchup taste better at the Ritz-Carlton?

  1. Years ago my grandmother use to say, ” We all have bodily functions, it all depends on the paycheck where you do it. The’ back house’ or on porcelane.” There ketchup is ketchup, me is paper plates, at The Rirtz porcelane. Thank you for post, Great insight.

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  2. The guy in the Ferrari and his plastic girlfriend are the fakes. You are genuine. That’s so much more important. I was once at a luncheon with a US Congressman. He got sloppy drunk, no one else did. I had great respect for everyone else, but not for the Congressman.

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  3. Heinz in a cute bottle, believe me you pay for that. Heinz in the packet is free. My husband worked for thirty years for all the big corp. He served people right up to the first lady and vice president.
    His favorite thing to eat was hamburger, nothing impressed him, but he was an excellent chef.
    You my dear doctor should walk with your head a little higher and a little more spring in your step. You are a healer of people and if the first lady broke her leg in a fall and her skirt was up around her “who,who,” and you were right there to help her she would be forever grateful to you.

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  4. you deserve to be there because you are who you are, not just that you are a doctor. we are all human and have the right to be anywhere we please, as long as the rules are followed and pay your bills πŸ™‚

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  5. Isn’t funny we think we need the trappings to be something. Doc, your the real McCoy, whether you are at the Ritz or Walmart.
    My Nana (my father’s side) was old money and she always said that the rich do not have to ACT like they are rich because they are!

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  6. I was a poor country kid having brunch at the Waldorf Astoria, of course everything tasted better. I’ve been lucky to experience a bit more of that, but to be honest, I’d rather find that out of the way truck stop/ diner type place, with authentic local food. Enjoy yourself, Doc.

    And those guys with the Ferarri…always compensating for something. ☺


  7. I wonder how many “poor” people could be fed and clothed for a month with the money that paid for the Ferrari. And I keep thinking there must be a joke in here about Ritz crackers, but I haven’t figured it out yet.

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  8. It’s just a matter of what you are used to Victo. If you were at the Ritz daily, it wouldn’t be long before you’d be talking to the concierge about his kids and be trading cooking tips with the Chef. The trappings of money often affect people so they become self-absorbed – that will not happen to you.

    I worked for 6 years for a billionaire who I saw almost every day. He was the most down to earth person I’d ever met- in fact it was his grounded awareness that had made him a billionaire. I was working one Saturday and happened to be in our flagship store that was attached to the Head Office. He was a customer at the cash dressed in a plaid work shirt and jeans and he was arguing with the teller about 4 cents of tax on a package of dried prunes. Our law here says food is not to be taxed if there is no added sugar – and there wasn’t. The teller had no idea who he was and he was kind to her, had her page the store manager, who then contacted the buyer, at home, who had set up the computer pricing and made the buyer change the tax status of that product remotely. This took over 20 minutes and I asked him the next time I saw him officially, why he took the time over 4 cents. And his reply was that it was not fair that his customers – many of whom were working poor- should have to pay that tax when it was not right. That is what made him a billionaire.

    I can tell you what he thought of places like the Ritz, but I am sure you can imagine. He was a very humble man personally (I have many stories -some hilarious) who still daily used the very first old teachers desk he bought used for $3 for his office when he started in business 45 years before.

    The trappings of wealth often entice the rich to be cold, arrogant, and aloof Victo. Don’t be fooled -the real power and strength lies in the person and personal relationships, whether you’re homeless or a billionaire. You belong at the Ritz as much or even more so than the rich, Victo.

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      • You’d have liked him Victo -he could be very funny. That said, when you saw him in the boardroom you knew how he ended up so rich. He had a towering faith in himself and I have seen him put down members of the Executive like squishing a bug under your finger. He was always open to explanation or clarification but was intolerant of stupidity and negligence. You had your ducks in a row or you were gone. He had a favorite question that he often would spring on whoever he met in the H.O. hallways (and heaven help those who did not have a good answer): “What have you done to make me money today?”

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  9. I spent a week in the Ritz Carlton in Sydney once many years ago. I was there on business (all expenses paid). What a bizarre experience. The doorman looked exactly like the “Oddjob” character from the James Bond movies and he greeted me by name every time I entered or left the building (including my first entrance–how did he know??). The bar was called “The Bar.”

    I was working on a high-stress case at the time and my body clock was a mess, so I can’t say that I particularly enjoyed the stay. But it was certainly quite an experience. Don’t remember anything about the ketchup though. πŸ™‚

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  10. It’s just a hotel with a fancy name. They should be delighted to host a fabulous doctor, writer and all round good person! Years ago I had lunch at the Waldorf Astoria in Manhattan. It was during the time when Manhattan had a bad reputation for muggings etc. The restaurant bathroom was being renovated so they sent me upstairs to another. There was a Latin American man in the elevator who smiled at me and got off. I didn’t realize it but it was the wrong floor. He tried to get back on again but I was suspicious of his motives, loudly shouted NO and pushed him out. Only afterwards did I realize what had happened. Our school taught us self-defense at school because we were Catholics in a rough area. Poor innocent guy on the elevator…don’t mess with Chatty Kerry. πŸ™‚ BTW, its always Heinz!


  11. Truth: I am comfortable with both the wealthy and the poor. In the suburbs, where people constantly battle for status and try to claim power, I struggle. Livin in the suburbs was awful for me. I can’t cope with status seekers. I think it’s more about class than class, y’know?

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