some things get better with age: a good blue cheese, a meaningful relationship, the eiffel tower, a chanel tweed jacket.
i usually appreciate and respect items with a year or two on them.
enter the hilton fairlawn.
the automatic doors at the entrance sound like a thunderstorm IN YOUR FACE. the "room service" is even less favorable than the surrounding fast food chains. the hallways smell like the armpit of an orangutan. and the water running through the pipes must be directly streamed in from the snowy wonderland outside. oh! and the heater FARTS (the loud AND smelly kind) every time it turns on!
helas, the hilton fairlawn needs the nourishment of creme de la mer. or something. that cracked skin is really starting to show.
(though i will say that the one redeeming quality was the spinach salad. thank goodness for fresh greens).