The Finest of the Fine

Detroit is such a lovely place. The people are just like the movies, its run down and dirty, and WAAAAAY to close to Canada for my tastes. Every room and corridor of our hotel has a completely different and equally mind-bending odor. The rental vehicle is another blog in itself. We took advantage of the "facilities" here at the hotel and played some serious games of fooseball and air hockey. The foosball was great. The table was twisted and leaning and was missing a row of defensive guys. The ball was completely smooth except for a large plastic nub sticking out of it where the plastic mold had left its mark. One side had score marking beads and for the other we piled up bark chips from the fake plants next to us. The air hockey went "smoothly" until the air pressure on the table dropped and the puck wouldn't slide anymore. We were going to play pool until the hotel staff informed us that the table was "out of order." After some questioning they admitted that all the balls had been stolen. Good stuff. I bet the street value of hot billiards balls around here is too good to miss out on. The hotel had a sign up listing which rooms were down which hallways. The last two rows said: 2 Floor Guest Rooms and 5 Floor Rooms. We were amazed that there were two floor rooms in the hotel and looked around for a little for them without any luck. They my travelling partner noticed the 5 Floor Guest Rooms placard and asked the hotel staff if there were really 5-floored rooms in the hotel. They said no. The hotel had several parts and each section was classified by its number of floors. A 5-floor room? I'll admit that the sign was somewhat misleading, but wow. Thats a lot of stairs! Imagine getting out to your car and remembering you left your keys on the up-up-up-up-stairs nightstand. Not too much fun. Food is scarce, but with patience, a few wild berries can still be found in bushes on the median of the nearest interstate.