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| - During breakfast after a night spent here, my sweetheart and I gazed around at the atrium decor and wondered aloud about when this hotel was built. "1990s", I said. "The ugly faux-Chihuly sculpture over the front desk is a dead giveaway". He disagreed, and felt the sad, mauve-and-brown color scheme, vaguely militaristic glass thingamajig in the foamy-water fountain and plastic plants decorated for Christmas with distinctly dollar-store tinsel was more indicative of early-2000s wishful-thinking post-Atlanta-Olympics epic fail overdevelopment.
This ugly pup was spawned in 2008!
As we had our cat with us, they stuck us in a remote corner "pet purgatory" suite, upon entering which we were greeted by a distinct and overwhelming doggie smell. Room service quickly delivered two meals that appeared and tasted like the finest Stouffers has to offer. The weak and intermittent Internet service gave us a much-needed break from work, emails, social media and the world of commercial-free entertainment.
My optimistic sweetheart (bless him) thought it might be fun to watch one of the first-run movies on offer. Exhausted after 20 minutes trying to get the remote to work (caked with the grimy remnants of the fingers of 1000 dog owners past) we were too tired to finish watching the mediocre Johnny Depp effort for which we were out a whopping $17.95.
Nostalgia moved through us as we slept on the first spring mattresses we'd "rested" on since, well, the early 2000s. As we tried to assuage our surly moods the next morning, looking forward to redemption in the magnificentescence that we were sure would be the breakfast everyone here raves about, we found ourselves further steeped in surl after sampling the dirt-water "coffee", regurgitated slop "oatmeal" and various dried-out muffins on offer.
Crummy hotel for $150 a night.
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