A certain lady of our acquaintance prides herself on her familiarity with first-class hotels. "You must always make sure the bed is triple-sheeted," she instructs us. "The blanket must never touch your skin. Do you have any idea what else that blanket has touched?" Once, circumstances beyond her control forced her to spend a night in a budget hotel where the blanket was not sandwiched between two crisp white sheets. The experience was horrifying. It nearly scarred her for life. This lady keeps with her a detailed list of her expectations of a hotel. These include the aforementioned triple-sheeting, high thread counts, 24-hour room service and housekeeping, a full-service spa, a health club and swimming pool (both "scrupulously clean"), and an array of dining options, ranging from an upscale restaurant to a coffee shop. Should she ever deign to rest her head for a night in St. Louis, we would send her in the direction of the Chase Park Plaza. Yes, there are a couple of other hotels in town that can give her all that she's looking for (the Ritz-Carlton and Four Seasons come to mind), but neither of them has the Chase's old-fashioned charm or its movie theater or prime location at the corner of the Central West End and Forest Park. And because our friend would blanch at ever being called a snob, how could she possibly resist staying at the historic site of the long-running television program Wrestling at the Chase?