Favourite Claridges story: I had to stop in London one night but had a chihuaha dog with me. I went into Claridges and said to the desk manager "Do you take dogs in the hotel?". "No sir, I'm afraid we don't.." said he and then peered over the desk to see what was on the lead " I don't call that a dog ! Come in" The stay was interrupted by staff coming up, unbidden, to see after the dog, culminating in one presenting himself at the door with a large silver chafing dish. He said "Chef thought your little dog would like some steak,sir, and so he's prepared some offcuts for him", took the lid off the dish and revealed neatly prepared steak garnished with parsley.
Ever after that, if I walked the dog down Bond Street he'd try to pull me along to get to Claridges. He never forgot his stay.