Back in the day, room service entailed a tray and/or cart with real plates and silverware, condiments, and an awkward, but cheery, situation where a human would deliver you the food. At the last few hotels I've stayed in, it's effectively been a doordash order from the ground floor. That is, the only difference between a doordash order and room service is that the food is maybe a little more warm and they actually bring it up to the room.
When I was younger, my upper middle class friend's mom would take me along on trips (and pay my way) to entertain her son. She did event planning for HP, so she was very keen on luxury and I developed an appreciation for it. I like hotels. I like how impersonal they are. I like how purpose-built they are. I like a building full of partitioned, transient strangers. I like elevators. I like that everything I need or people that can help me get everything I need are nearby. I like hotels. I don't want to "live like a local." I'm a mfing tourist.
Part of how I psyche myself into flying is imagining the room service order I'll place shortly after I arrive, which I usually eat on the bed and regret but never enough to not do it again. I'm beginning to think I can't rely on that fantasy anymore.
Also, I'm shocked at how poorly literal doordashes are handled in hotels given how much they imitate them. The dasher isn't allowed to go to the room, yet the hotels won't send the orders up either. You'd think they'd either fully embrace togo ordering and make it work well, or keep it classy with real room service. Instead, we're left with a purgatory of half-renovated, half-demolished room service that no one wants except for maybe the hotels.