Description: You know when you drive through a small town, and you see a hotel on the main street? A brick building, several stories high, looking kind of run down? At a first glance, I wondered what I’d got myself into. But once I got in there, I felt fine. The hotel is homey and, in its retro wild West way, has class. The hotel caters to bikers; signs welcome them and there’s special parking out front for motorcycles. I guess they’re kind of the modern cowboys. Or outlaws. In the elevator, a list of famous people who’d stayed or played there was posted. It included Wayne Newton, Stephen King, and Pretty Boy Floyd.
My room was very inexpensive, and it was nice but not fancy. The mattress cover bunched up under the sheet all night, not the best thing for a princess and the pea person, but it was okay.
I had a light dinner--salad and a baked potato--in the café, and it was good. Very casual atmosphere, the kind of place where the waitresses call you honey.
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