We spent one night at the Ibis near Heathrow because I had an early flight out next morning (and Himself hasn't seen the sunny side of noon in decades). Everyone said Ibis was a great chain for business travelers, but the one near H'row is a crap-hole. It was relatively cheap, but the room was barely big enough for the bed, and the cable TV didn't work.
So I stole the spoon with my tea next morning. He was sure I was going to prison or to hell or something. I have a passion for those little teeny British tea spoons. And now I have one to remember the Ibis by. Ah, memories.
We ate at the Tudor McDonald's down the street that night. Tudor. McDonald's. I love England.