The Hilton Lauderdale, submitted by a travel industry friend: I found all sorts of treasures under my bed last night: Wadded up gum wrappers, pistachio shells, and what appears to be a (POOP)stain on the carpeting. It was like sleeping on top of a dumpster. I was just waiting for[…]
Steve Jones put it best; anything more than a spoonful? Err on the side of puke. The Hyatt/Minneapolis, December 2011.
Now, since there’s an Italian restaurant in the hotel, it’s entirely possible that someone tripped bringing room service through the door. But since I have an active imagination, I’d prefer to think it was a mob hit. Witness in hiding get a knock at the door, looks through the peep[…]
To paraphrase Flight Attendant X’s earlier assumption, “If it’s in the hall, it’s probably puke”. An airport hotel near O’Hare.
To paraphrase William H. Macy’s character from “Wag The Dog”: I know there are three things to be true – there is no such thing as good flan, there is no war in Albania, and there is never such a thing as a good white crusty spot next to a[…]
From the Failed Tourism Bureau Slogans file, “Grand Cayman: Come, Drink, Puke In The Hall” The Marriott on Grand Cayman.