Dishing on the Hilton
I enjoyed Valli Herman’s review of the Hilton at Mission Bay (“Slow and Go in San Diego,” Aug. 3).
I worked there as a busboy, restaurant waiter and room service waiter in the late 1960s and early 1970s and remember a room service breakfast delivered to a guy in a suit who obviously was carrying a gun. It wasn’t until years later that I learned that this was U.S. Atty. Gen. John Mitchell.
Then there was the little old lady from La Jolla who was constantly having her house redone. She would arrive with her three yapping dogs and check into a beach-view room. Every evening, she’d order a hamburger plate for her and three ground sirloin patties for her dogs. It was my job to deliver them. She always greeted me at the door, until the dogs learned to like me. Then I could come in. Anyway, thanks for the memories.