Just saw a story on Chow about using hotel room amenities to cook (an iron and coffee maker) It got me thinking about how often i did that when I traveled with my family as a kid. Some of my earliest memories are of my mom cooking chicken in a crock pot that she brought from home for Shabbos (we're Jewish and orthodox) at the Tropicana hotel in Las Vegas. I remember the entire floor of the hotel (the old Garden rooms) smelled of her cooking. We also used to take a hot plate (or two) and a couple of small pots etc. We did that in Israel and Europe and Alaska and....
My dad would bring an immersion heater and buy canned veggies which he would heat by sticking in the immersion heater. When the cans were empty, he'd use them as cooking pots to poil eggs or small potatoes.
We always made the best tasting food in those hotel rooms. We were never caught, but once in Israel my sister and I managed to stuff up the bathroom sink with some canned corn or something. When we called maintenance they also sent security who gave us some really odd looks.
Ahhh... the good old days.
So what are your stories of hotel room cooking? I know you've got 'em!