I love hotel bars. They feel posh and glamorous, slightly surreptitious and kind of old fashioned. The fancier the hotel, the better. Sure, I can’t afford to stay at these places, and, granted, I cringe at the drink prices, but, besides watching a black and white Cary Grant movie, a trip to a chic hotel bar is the easiest way I know to access that ever elusive feeling called sophistication. So, in need of a taste of the good life, I headed out to the luxurious Chatham Bars Inn – named by Boston Magazine as the best hotel on the Cape. Unfortunately, the experience, just like this weather, left me feeling a little cold and slightly beleaguered.