The Jetsons meet Lucille Ball
The guy who checked me in insisted on telling me about the amenities I'd missed, such as free wine in the lobby. "I'm your new best friend Rick," he said several times to me, a stranger. Speaking of "stranger," that described the decor as compared with, oh, any other hotel. The room was big with a lot of empty floor space. A rock-hard, low, multicolored sofa was angled into the room. The "desk" was an inefficient small triangle. The TV and a lamp rotated on a sort of stripper's pole. Chiffon curtains and other, mid-century-fabricked curtains comprised the closet door, the drapes, and a divider between the nearly-empty sofa room and the bed.(Since the latter were semi sheer, their purpose was unclear.) The minibar and drawer unit looked like a chartreuse icebox from the 1950s. The artwork: Photos of Barbie and Ken. As a fiftyish business traveler, I was clearly not the target demographic. They are remodeling in 2013. I won't be back.