Attention to those from Seattle. In Seattle, they don’t have “heat.” They have “aggressive mist.” The idea of a heat wave is when you can wear shorts and a fleece at the same time without looking foolish. So when I stepped outside this hotel and was immediately hit by a wall of air that felt like the inside of a pizza oven, my soul began to liquefy.
I checked the weather app. It said 84 degrees. I checked again. Suddenly 94. I checked a third time, hoping the app would take pity on me and lie. It did not.
Now, I’m not saying this hotel is responsible for the weather. But I am saying that for the price I paid per night, I expect a little more cosmic influence. Maybe a personal cloud that follows me around. Maybe a button in the room that says “Dial Down the Surface of the Sun.” I don’t think that’s unreasonable.
Otherwise, great hotel. Nuff said.




























































































