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 hotel bed. To this, Marky Mark would most assuredly add, “Word!” A Best Western in Ontario
DNA on the comforter of the Detroit St. Regis, courtesy of the lovely and talented Dana Lundon from WDVD. She bunked here during a recent blizzard to be close to the station. How can you NOT love women named Dana who take photos of stuff like this (and way worse) in hotel rooms?
Sheraton Laguardia East; a dime-sized stain perfect positioned between where two legs would be on a chair in room 1209. Food or wine drippings? Perhaps. I forgot my luminol on this trip.
From the Failed Tourism Bureau Slogans file, “Grand Cayman: Come, Drink, Puke In The Hall” The Marriott on Grand Cayman.
In nearly two decades of intense business travel, I don’t honestly remember ever having a fly in my room. There are a dozen tonight. The Holiday Inn in Alexandria, Minnesota.
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