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THERE COMES A MOMENT during every long trip when you run out of energy to leave the hotel and forage for a meal, and you begrudgingly consider ordering room service. The food will be mediocre and expensive, but at least you can stay in. My most recent room-service capitulation came during a hectic week in Los Angeles. But instead of the cold fries and soggy Caesar I’m accustomed to, I found myself in my room at the LINE hotel slurping savory yakisoba noodles delivered to my door from the hotel kitchen. The next night, when my husband and I moved to the SLS Beverly Hills, we tested fate again: We ordered up a burger…