interior desecrations redux

Stand back, Lileks* – these people are serious. Thanks to Phineas for the early-morning link – the Madonna Inn is a real, live, eye-bleeding horror. Hey, anyplace that’s got a column in their room amenities chart for “Rock or Waterfall Shower” scares the everliving shit out of me, that’s for sure. Although I must admit to a strangely irresistible urge to spend a night in the Caveman Room – what do you say, Stephen? Actually, Jungle Rock looks pretty enticing as well – furnished with not one but two king-sized beds. You do the math. And how anyone could resist the taste and charm of the Tack Room is beyond me. Finally, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more appropriately named place than Rock Bottom.

So I say we go today! While we’re there, let’s have some steak! Anybody hungry?

God bless America. I think.

7 Comments

  1. Karen

    Oh, the lovely Madonna Inn! I have been there only once, but it shall remain in my heart forever. I can only speak with rapture about the pinkness of the dining room, replete with faux trees and leaves dangling from the ceiling. Each delicate leaf is lined with fiber optic lights, twinkling their merriment as you dine. And, what of the charming little poppet on a mechanized swing, swaying overhead. Thank goodness for the Ladies’ Boutique. Otherwise, I would have felt out of place without a rhinestone studded watch. My memories may dim over time, but I shall always be able to clutch my prized water gobblet and dream of the days I stepped foot in the land of the sugar plum fairies and nearly died from diabetes.

  4. stephen

    dear lord. am i still dreaming?

    that room would be interesting during those first few moments when you wake up and you’re not sure where you are yet. i think id be under the impression that mr. peabody transported me back in time, but then id see the lamp and all, oh, all would be good.

    “Shut up, you!”

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