Inspired, oddly enough, by this thread:
Many of you left-coasters probably know about the Madonna Inn in California between SF and LA. When I was a tot my family stayed there, and we were simultaneously appalled and delighed by its tackiness. I think we might have stayed in the Yosemite Rock room, although I’m remembering something more like a Shell Grotto that doesn’t seem to be among the room choices anymore. At any rate, the place seems to have expanded since my time, and added some amenities, and there seems to be less Pepto-Bismol Pink coloration about the place, although they have retained sufficient pink trim on the outside for sentimental purposes – I definitely recall the whole exterior drenched in Pepto Pink, and many people talking about the Pink Hotel when I was growing up in SoCal.
What I remember most about our trip, though, was the checkout. This was in, say, 1978, a time by which many credit cards had been in well established use, in large business such as hotels. My stepfather pulls out his American Express card, and the hotel cashier says “Oh, we don’t take credit cards. Mr. Madonna doesn’t like credit cards.”
Oh. We had to delay checkout and go get cash, and my parents never tired of telling the story. Imagine. A hotel that didn’t take credit cards. Presumably this has changed, because now they take reservations online.
Anyway, some of my favorite rooms:
The American Home (“tastefully decorated”? Bwah.)
Carin, the honeymoon suite. “There are gold cherub lights suspended from the ceiling, and lovebirds adorn the bath.” Do you need to know more?
The Caveman Room, which kinda reminds me of Graceland’s Jungle Room – it’s the bedspread
The Crystal Room – it’s very, very pink
Irish Hills are very, very green
What’s Left: “The decor of this room was actually produced from odds and ends leftover from our overall decorating project. See for yourself! If things don’t match it was intended that way! Room is furnished with a king-sized bed. This room does not have air-conditioning.”
No a/c? Now I’m sold!