This is the perfect challenge to tell you about the
wonderful interesting room I had in San Francisco a couple of months ago. I wanted to support these people because they are from the Valley. In the pictures the rooms look fabulous.
In their defense, I drove in late, and was lucky to get a room. I got the last available room, and it was in the basement.
Whoever heard of rooms in the basement? Yes, it had a window. It was two stories above the ground level. I know, it confused me, too. The view was
I didn’t care about outdated wallpaper that didn’t match the vintage of the building. My worst complaint wasn’t the bath tub. In fact I looked forward to getting into the spa tub. Until…
I ran the water.
I didn’t need a soak in tan that badly. I fell into bed tired and dirty, and after breakfast the next morning decided to just leave. I phoned ahead for my car because it could take up to 30 minutes to get it. I went
down up to the lobby twenty minutes later, and waited an hour an a half downstairs upstairs.
As old hotels in San Francisco go, this one probably rates better than you might get from my review. My friend Sally rented a brochure room when she stayed there.