Bliss at The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard in Dundee, Oregon

KP and I make it a point to celebrate — or at the very least, acknowledge — milestones. We don’t let a birthday go by without some fanfare and the same is true for our wedding anniversary. Some years are more elaborate than others. Our first anniversary was marked with an amazing trip to the Napa Valley. But when year three snuck up on us, we were learning how to be parents with a three-month old plus a kitchen reno in progress. We still went out to dinner at our favorite neighborhood spot to celebrate.

Five years of marriage felt like a milestone worth celebrating in a memorable way! We talked about Italy, but it just didn’t seem realistic with a two-year-old. So we put that idea on the back burner and thought about places closer to home. Our honeymoon in St. Thomas was ah-mazing and repeatable, but when you live in Texas, the last place you want to go in mid-August is someplace hot — and someplace that is prone to hurricanes (the memory of cutting our honeymoon one day short thanks to Hurricane Earl was still too fresh). So we decided the Pacific Northwest would be the place to celebrate — Portland and the Willamette Valley in Oregon, to be exact.

I did a lot of research before booking our accommodations in the Willamette Valley. Maybe too much, as I tend to do. I’d only been there once before and I wasn’t sure which town we wanted to stay in or if we wanted to do a B & B or a hotel. The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard in Dundee seemed perfect. Not a hotel but not a typical B & B, luxurious, unique and peaceful. It’s all of these things and then some.

The Black Walnut Inn | Dundee, Oregon

The Black Walnut is nestled away from it all. We drove along a hilly road sandwiched between grape vineyards on either side, then up, up, up the tree-lined driveway which conjured images of “over the river and through the woods…” until we got to the top.

The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard | Dundee, Oregon
The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard | Dundee, Oregon

I knew this place was a good pick before we even parked the car.

The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard | Dundee, Oregon

Even though Italy didn’t make the cut, I felt like we had arrived at a European villa. It was just so picturesque. Well-manicured. Green. Quiet.

Our home for three days
Our home for three days

We booked the Vista room which is on the ground floor of the inn and on the end, so we only had one neighbor and three outside living spaces all to ourselves. The room was massive. It really felt like a home away from home.

The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard | Vista
Photo credit: Kristian Gibson, Kindred Spirit Photography (used with permission from The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard)

Wine is what drew us to the Willamette Valley, but the inn kept pulling us back. I slept better than I have in a long time. Maybe the wine had a little something to do with that, but I think the inn gets some credit, too. It was pleasantly quiet and the beds had these amazing Jennifer Adams sheets (which I am anxious awaiting to come back in stock so I can order a set for home!). They were life-changing. Sleep-changing? Plus, with a view like this, it was impossible to feel anything but relaxed.

Our room faced Mt. Hood, but we only saw the faintest outline of it on the first day.
Our room faced Mt. Hood, but we only saw the faintest outline of it on the first day.

Our room was heavenly. The views were beyond picturesque. The oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (often warm) in the cookie jar in the living room tempted us daily (two or three times a day, in fact). Breakfast with a little dog at my feet made me feel like I was at home. The innkeepers were lovely — not overbearing but there with recommendations when we needed them. Bliss.

Oh, and the views…

Views from the Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard | Dundee, Oregon

This one is going to be hard to top!

Where I Ate in Portland, Oregon

KP and I are fresh off of three days in Oregon for our fifth anniversary and I’m still dreaming about the weather, the scenery, the wine, the coffee and the FOOD. We spent time in both Portland and the Willamette Valley — a good mix of city and country. And as is par for the course for us, we certainly didn’t go hungry. Here’s where we ate in Portland.

Portland Penny Diner

Portland Penny Diner

KP and I are big fans of Top Chef. It took me ten seasons to finally get annoyed with some of the ridiculously hokey challenges, so I went on hiatus for season 11, but tuned in again for 12. That’s how I heard about Portland Penny Diner (and Imperial next door) — because Chef Doug Adams is the Executive Chef and he was on the show. We knew we wanted to eat at one of his two restaurants and although Imperial probably would’ve been my top pick, we had limited time. So it was breakfast at Portland Penny Diner.

The breakfast menu consists of a handful of sandwiches and baked goods. Both KP and I had the New Yorker sandwich — sausage, bacon, egg and cheese on a parker house roll. The roll was seriously the best part. So soft and perfect. My latte was perfectly made, too, and it was nice to actually be in a climate where I could enjoy a hot coffee instead of one on ice (thanks, Texas).

Latte at Portland Penny Diner

Donut Byte Labs Food Cart

I need to be 100% transparent here. Yes, we visited the Donut Byte Labs Food Cart after breakfast at Portland Penny Diner. But the visit didn’t immediately follow breakfast, so don’t judge us. Also, as you’re about to learn, they’re mini donuts.

After the diner, we walked around a bit. Went down to the river where there were lots of homeless folks and lots of joggers and bikers. We did a little shopping. And then we went back to the hotel to figure out what else to do. The concierge walked us through his map of Portland and then I heard, “Voodoo Doughnuts” and quickly remembered that was a place on my list! He concurred — a must-visit. Such naive tourists we were. We just leisurely walked over to Voodoo Doughnuts like we were going to saunter right in and order a doughnut and savor it. Then we saw the line out the door, wrapped around the side of the building. And it wasn’t moving. At all. They need to get the Soup Nazi in there to speed things up a bit.

So we walked up to the Chinatown gates and turned around. We were bummed. We were totally craving doughnuts. After all, it had probably been a whole two hours since those New Yorkers. And then I saw this adorable little food truck.

Donut Byte Labs

Genius location on their part. Why yes, I think I’ll park my doughnut truck right around the corner from the most popular doughnut shop in town. I’m sure there are doughnut aficionados who prefer one or the other, but Donut Byte Labs seemed pretty ideal to me. Mini doughnuts! They are the future, I’ve learned.

Mini Donuts are the Future

While some people may see the minis as a great way to get just a little bit of that doughnut taste they’re craving, KP and I like to go big or go home (again, Texas). So we ordered a half-dozen minis — to share, of course.

Clockwise starting top left: Salted Caramel, Peanut Butter Cup, Bacon Maple, French Toast, Chocolate Sprinkle, Burnside Cream
Clockwise starting top left: Salted Caramel, Peanut Butter Cup, Bacon Maple, French Toast, Chocolate Sprinkle, Burnside Cream

Every single one of those minis was delicious. My favorite was probably… oh gosh… all of them? My least favorite was the Chocolate Sprinkle. It was good, but a little basic for my refined palette.

Departure Restaurant + Lounge

Departure Restaurant + Lounge

Again with our Top Chef fandom… also on season 12 was Chef Gregory Gourdet. KP wanted him to win pretty much from the first episode, I think. I liked him (but was glad Mei won), and I am really into Asian flavors so I was game to try Departure, which is where he is the Executive Chef.

The sole photo I took at Departure was in the bar, which takes up a huge chunk of the restaurant’s space on the 15th floor of The Nines luxury hotel. The photo doesn’t do it justice, but the room is filled with skylights so it’s very bright and airy, and the walls are covered with map murals with labels like Sea of Lust and Daydream Mountain. It’s a cool place but that’s clearly what it’s meant to be — cool, hip, trendy. Our waitress was truly fabulous but the rest of the service was so awkwardly clunky and it was like amateur hour at the hostess stand. The food was good but nothing memorable. I don’t have much to say about Departure other than that it was meh.

Portland is such a foodie destination. There are so many great restaurants, many of which really focus on all of their incredible local bounty. And there are food carts galore! Their “Keep Portland Weird” slogan isn’t the only similarity I see to Austin.

Staycation at Hotel Palomar in Chicago

Our last night in Chicago, our bedroom looked like this:


Those hardwood floors are beautiful, I know, but they don’t look so inviting, do they? All of our treasured belongings — including our bed — were ready to be packed into a big North American moving truck, so we had to stay at a hotel. I like Kimptons, so we decided to stay at Hotel Palomar in River North.

Hotel Palomar

Ah yes, that looks like a bedroom I’d much rather spend a night in.

We checked in just in time for one of my favorite things that Kimpton offers: wine hour. But by “just in time,” I mean there was only about ten minutes left so we made plans for our own wine hour elsewhere. Still, I love this little perk. Who doesn’t enjoy free wine in a cool atmosphere? No one I’m friends with…

Our room was on the 14th floor and although we didn’t have a view (except for the office building next door) the room was huge. And quite frankly, I’d rather sleep in the Palomar’s comfy bed versus my own any night of the week. The only thing I didn’t like is that we somehow ended up in an accessible room, which meant a massive bathroom with zero counter space or wall hooks to hang things. First world problems: having to apply makeup in front of the closet door mirror.

I really like this hotel and if you watch, you can usually get a pretty reasonable rate by Chicago standards. The swanky Sable Kitchen & Bar is on the ground floor and never disappoints. They had me at deviled eggs with white truffle oil.

Dinner at Grace Restaurant in Chicago

Grace Restaurant
Grace Restaurant

It’s pretty incredible the number of “last” meals we’ve had in Chicago so far, considering we’re still here for another week and have four more “lasts” planned. I’ve gotten good at qualifying the various “lasts.” For example, I had my last moms’ dinner at Piccolo Sogno last week. We had our last Chicago-style pizza night at the neighbor’s over the weekend. We’ll have our last sushi night and last dinner at our favorite neighborhood spot, Monkey’s Paw, this weekend. And a few more lasts on the docket next week. Clearly we won’t be doing much cooking our final days in Chicago.

Last Friday was KP’s last day at his old job, so it felt appropriate that we have our final fancy meal that night. Ever since we went to Grace for the first time last January, I’ve been plotting a reason to go back. As much as I’d love for it to be, Grace just isn’t in our regular rotation since it’s, shall we say, a bit cost prohibitive. (Nora’s pesky college savings account always gets in the way…) But it is truly a treat, and what better way to bid adieu to this fine city?

We’ve been to a small handful of fine dining restaurants that have been awarded Michelin stars, but Grace is without a doubt the very best, in my humble opinion. Dare I say it’s my favorite restaurant ever? It’s simple; they just get everything right. The service, the décor and most importantly the food — it’s all just phenomenal. From the moment you walk in the door, you feel genuinely welcomed, like they are truly grateful that you’re there. It seems to be the other way around with so many high-end restaurants, the ones that give me the feeling of, “you’re lucky to be dining in this exclusive restaurant.”

While elegant and modern, Grace’s dining room is simply styled, keeping the focus on the food. After all, each dish is a piece of incredible artwork. I like how everything in the dining room has its place and there is clearly a purpose in its design. Next to or behind each table (depending on the table), there’s a small, unassuming shelf where they place the wine decanter and/or other accoutrements for your meal. It’s free of clutter, just like my house (ha!). By the way, Grace utilizes some of the most unique wine decanters I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help but ask the incredibly charming sommelier if the wine dictates the type of decanter that will be used. The short answer is yes.

Alaskan King Crab kalamansi, cucumber, LEMON MINT
Alaskan King Crab
kalamansi, cucumber, LEMON MINT
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Grace serves a nine-course fixed price menu, and you can select either the Flora or Fauna menu. Both times I dined at Grace I chose Fauna. There are just too many mouth-watering meat courses to tempt me.

Grace menu

There simply isn’t a better restaurant in Chicago (anywhere?) to spend KP’s hard earned money. We enjoyed a delicious meal and lovely service. As a noun, grace is defined as, “elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action.” I can’t think of a more fitting name for this memorable, splurge-worthy restaurant.

Dinner at Franco in St. Louis


KP and I find ourselves in the St. Louis area every few months or so, and we almost always try to go and check out a new (to us) spot for dinner. There have been places we’ve liked so much that I’d go back in a heartbeat (Sidney Street Cafe, Brasserie), but we try to branch out. Recently when we were in St. Louis, we checked out Franco, a casual French restaurant right next to Soulard Market.

I love a good French bistro, but that’s not the vibe of Franco. It feels more… rustic urban. Is that a thing? It sits on the corner of the first floor of a building that dates back to 1899 and previously housed a shoe company and a baby carriage factory. Like so many places in St. Louis, Franco has an industrial loft feel with its high ceilings and exposed duct work, but there’s plenty of stone (check out that tiled bar) and wood (see the wave-like wooden structures hanging from the ceiling in the dining room). When we arrived, KP and I cozied up to the bar. And a cozy bar it is. Dimly lit, it’s one of those bars that you can just sit at for hours and maybe order something to nibble on when the mood strikes. There are also these cushy window seats in the bar area, perfect for a more intimate affair.

Our party of four shared oysters and a cheese & charcuterie flight to start. We were surprised when our waiter delivered the oysters and announced that they were from New Zealand, since that’s not what he originally said when we ordered them, but they were nice and meaty nonetheless. Two of us had the mussels and pommes frites, and the other two had the grilled rib-eye. Delicious meal, good portion sizes and the greenest, freshest brussel sprouts I may have ever seen (and tasted). We shared two desserts, too — the flourless chocolate cake and Tahitian vanilla crème brulée. I don’t usually opt for dessert when we’re at restaurants, but I had a taste of each. Nothing to write home about, but a sweet finish to the meal.

One of the things I liked most about our dinner at Franco was the speed of everything. I hate rushed meals, when each course is brought out the second you finish the prior course. They got it just right at Franco so we had plenty of time to catch up and enjoy each other’s company. Franco is definitely on my “I’d go back” list.

The Westin St. Louis

The Westin St. Louis

I’m in love with The Westin St. Louis. There, I got that out of the way.

KP and I stayed at The Westin St. Louis a few Friday nights ago. A night out for two sleep-deprived parents. The fact that the hotel was so lovely was just the icing on the cake. So, what makes it so great? Where shall I begin…

It’s a Westin, so the Heavenly Bed prevails and guess what — the bed is heavenly. The Heavenly Bed is my favorite thing about staying at Westins (well, that and the SPG points since our stay at the St. Regis bled us dry). For a stay-at-home-mom who sleeps in never, sleeping until 8:30 on a Saturday morning was pure bliss. And, I might add, it was a restful, quiet sleep. It was so very quiet. No elevator noise. No shenanigans in the hallway. No doors slamming. Maybe they had us on the sleep-deprived floor and didn’t tell us.

Our room was huge. Huge. We were upgraded to a Deluxe King — larger than a king room with a little sitting area. The high ceilings gave the room a loft-like feel. And the room was designed smartly; even though the sleeping area was big, they didn’t skimp by cutting into the bathroom space — it was spacious, too (dual sinks, soaking tub, roomy rain shower).

I had forgotten all about this Westin gem until I opened the closet:

Westin Workout

How genius is that? I told myself that I should take advantage of Westin Workout on Saturday morning before we checked out. And then I told myself that brunch also sounded nice.

There’s a restaurant/bar — Clark Street Grill  — adjacent to the lobby. Of course we took advantage and had a late afternoon drink (or two). I was a little surprised at how empty it was given that time of day on a Friday, but who am I to bemoan a seat at the bar?

I can’t forget to mention the perfect location of the Westin St. Louis. It is literally right across the street from Busch Stadium and the Gateway Arch and riverfront are within walking distance. We had dinner in Soulard and it was a very quick car ride away.

Can’t wait for our next weekend in St. Louis so we can make a date with my new love.

The St. Regis New York

The St. Regis New York

KP and I celebrated four years of wedded bliss last month by splurging. We stayed at the fancy schmancy St. Regis hotel in New York City. And we had diner at Nobu. (A little secret: we didn’t really splurge that much.  KP cashed in his Starwood points for the hotel, and we used a $100 Open Table dining check towards our dinner, which, I suppose was a little over the top because we still paid a decent chunk out of our pockets.)

No exaggeration — KP cashed in points from four years of work travel for one night at the St. Regis (that’s 30K points, if you must know). But in four years time we’ve never had a need to use them otherwise, so why not splurge for the special occasion?

I knew we were in for some serious pampering when, upon check-in, we were told that our butler would be up shortly to introduce herself. Very well, then. Butler-singular isn’t really accurate; there’s basically a “team” of butlers, for lack of better way of putting it, who are at your beck and call. The butlers can seemingly do or get anything for you, but we were only there for one night, so our demands were minimal. We had them bring us tea a few times and iron our clothes for our anniversary dinner. Honestly, I would’ve ironed my own clothes but there wasn’t even an iron or ironing board in our room. Only commoners iron, apparently.

The St. Regis New YorkOur room was pretty swanky so it was disappointing that we only got to enjoy it one night. But I’ll take what I can get. This will sound cliché, but the bed really was dreamy. So luscious and comfortable. And there was a nice little sitting area to enjoy our tea — and champagne. We had celebrating to do.


It’s a good thing we don’t travel as often as we used to, because I could definitely get used to a hotel of this caliber. Our bank account most definitely could not. Worth the splurge to say “been there, done that,” but our next stay as a couple (or family) will likely be at one of Starwood’s less swanky properties.

Book Review: Uganda Be Kidding Me by Chelsea Handler

Uganda Be Kidding Me by Chelsea Handler

“Contrary to popular belief, it is not necessary to be topless for emergency dental work when abroad.” – Chelsea Handler

It took me two whole evenings to read Chelsea Handler’s Uganda Be Kidding Me. It wasn’t even on my to-read list but the book was staring at me when I was at the library the other day, picking up much more respectable works of literature. I like Chelsea Handler and I liked her other books that I’ve read (My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands and Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea), so I added Uganda Be Kidding Me to my stack. Side note: it’s amazing how much time I have for reading when my basement and TV that is in said basement are temporarily out of commission.

Uganda Be Kidding Me is a collection of stories about Chelsea’s travels to destinations like Africa, the Bahamas and the Swiss Alps. And it’s chock-full of wit, sarcasm and vulgarity, all of which I happen to enjoy. Apparently the wine guzzler who borrowed this book from the Chicago Public Library before me also enjoyed it… so much so that several pages were stained with what I can only hope was wine.

wine stains?Obviously this book is a quick read. I found it to be like reading a girlfriend’s unfiltered anecdotes about her travels — bathroom stories, sexcapades and all. It’s light, it’s funny and yes, it’s vulgar.

Sprinkled throughout the book are various photos of Chelsea and company throughout their travels (apparently she always travels with a posse because she’s not responsible enough to travel solo). Perhaps my favorite snapshot from the book is the one from Botswana, where a lion has literally parked itself in front of the entrance to the camp’s gym, brilliantly captioned, “… The best excuse ever to blow off working out.” Yep.

Sorry folks, gym's closed.
Sorry folks, gym’s closed.

If you’re looking for one more quick read before the end of summer, pick up a copy. And if you borrow from a public library, please keep your wine at arm’s length.

Here’s what Goodreads has to say about Uganda Be Kidding Me.

Cocktails and Dinner in St. Louis, Missouri

St. Louis has become a frequent date night destination for KP and me — despite being a good five hours from Chicago! Whenever we’re at my parents’ nearby, we have the luxury of free baby-sitting services, so we take advantage.

Last month when we were in the area for Father’s Day, KP and I had a little one-night staycation in St. Louis. We stayed at The Chase Park Plaza and had some yummy drinks and food.

Cocktails at Taste

Taste St. Louis
Taste St. Louis

Taste was a good choice for pre-dinner cocktails because it was within walking distance of our hotel, and it just so happened to be a gorgeous evening. Luckily there was a table available on the patio so that we could enjoy the weather — and drinks, of course.

Taste boasts a really impressive cocktail list, and as soon as I saw the words “Surfboard Fizz,” I knew what I was drinking. A cocktail with a name like that is the epitome of summertime. It’s made with your choice of vodka or gin (I chose vodka) and includes watermelon, orgeat, honey, lemon, basil and soda (if you’re like me you have no clue what “orgeat” is, so I’ll tell you — it’s a sweet syrup made from almonds, sugar and rose water). Surfboard Fizz is a serious sittin’-on-the-patio-sippin’ cocktail for summertime. I cut myself off at two, but could’ve easily kept going. KP went with one of his faves, a mojito, which I’m told was also quite tasty.

Surfboard Fizz and Mojito at Taste
Surfboard Fizz and Mojito at Taste

I loved the patio at Taste. There are just enough trees to provide a little shade but still let in the setting sun. And though the street that Taste sits on isn’t terribly busy, there was just enough good people-watching to be had.

Dinner at Brasserie by Niche

I knew Taste and Brasserie were on the same street, but I didn’t realize they were next door neighbors where one restaurant nearly runs into the next, and I didn’t realize that they’re sister restaurants, both part of Niche Food Group. So we didn’t have a far walk for dinner.

Brasserie by Niche
Brasserie by Niche

We weren’t able to get a table outside at Brasserie, which ended up being just fine. The inside of Brasserie is adorable. I’d call it farmhouse chic, which is fitting for a French brasserie, after all.

The menu features the usual suspects — steak frites, onion soup, croque madame and my favorite, profiteroles. KP and I shared a dozen oysters to start, and he had the brasserie burger and I had bistro steak frites. For whatever reason, it took an unusually long time between the oysters and our main dishes. I typically like a bit of a lag, but it was excessive. Our server obviously recognized it, too, because he brought us more bread and fed us more (complimentary) wine. He was very sweet about it and was clearly trying, though, so we didn’t give him any grief. Besides, it was one of our rare baby-free dinners — we had all the time in the world!

Our food finally arrived and it was good; I have no idea what they put on the frites but they were incredible. I was so full, yet I kept shoving them in, a la Chris Farley as a Gap girl. And, much like David Spade, KP commented that I should stop eating them. Hmpf.

Like I said, profiteroles are my fave but there was no way I could fit another morsel in my tummy, particularly after eating that vat of frites. However, our lovely server insisted on bringing us a complimentary dessert due to all the waiting for our main courses. How could we say no? We were certain it was going to be profiteroles. Nope. He treated us to the floating island dessert, and I’m so glad he did; I’d have never chosen that myself, but we all but licked the dish clean.  The floating island consists of vanilla crème anglaise topped with poached meringue, and garnished with toasted almonds and caramel sauce. It’s rich, it’s light, it’s fluffy, it’s salty, it’s sweet. It was the perfect end to our meal.

The Chase Park Plaza, St. Louis, Missouri

Chase Park Plaza Photo credit: Philip Leara
Chase Park Plaza
Photo credit: Philip Leara

I’m told that The Chase Park Plaza used to be the high society luxury hotel in St. Louis. Both of my parents who grew up in the area made that remark, but also said, “it’s so old,” when I told them that KP and I were staying there. None of that influenced my booking. I simply wanted a hotel that wasn’t downtown, and wasn’t outrageously expensive. Voila!

Part of the appeal of The Chase Park Plaza was that it’s just across the street from Forest Park. Not that we spent any time in the park — got our fill of that in New York City. And, as KP commented, we’re always in the park with Nora. Valid point. Still, I didn’t want to be in downtown St. Louis and the Central West End, where Chase Park Plaza is located, is adorable with lots of restaurants, bars and shops.

We arrived at the hotel about an hour and a half before 4:00 check-in, with hopes of checking in early or at least dropping off our bags so that we could take advantage of the sun at the pool. Well, our room wasn’t ready so we couldn’t check-in early, and the pool was so jam-packed that we didn’t bother suiting up. Instead, we opted for cocktails at the poolside cafe. I’ll chalk the slow service up to the fact that it was so crowded. The pool is nice, but a little on the smallish side. Every single chair was occupied and everyone else opted to take a towel and sit on the edge. I don’t think there was a single spot open.

We stayed in a suite on the 5th floor opposite the pool side, so we didn’t have much of a view. And because of where our room was situated, it only had one window in the bedroom, so the living room felt like it was in a basement.

The view from room 544
The view from room 544

KP said it best when describing our room: understated. There wasn’t much style to it or even really any décor to speak of, which is okay. But I guess I expected a little something more from a luxury hotel. The bed was comfortable, the room was quiet and the shower pressure was good. I could’ve probably even slept in a little longer if not for the pesky sunlight peeking in through the small bedside window.

Bedside window
Bedside window

Though I was a little underwhelmed by the Chase Park Plaza, it was a perfectly fine hotel, and I especially liked the location. If we had more time, we would’ve definitely walked through Forest Park, checked out the art museum and explored the gorgeous Cathedral Basilica just down the street. But, our time was limited and we were parents on a baby-free staycation in St. Louis. We had our priorities straight: day drinking while watching the World Cup and napping, followed by pre-dinner cocktails, dinner and bedtime. It made for a relaxing little getaway.

Chase Park Plaza — the good and the bad:

+ Location

+ Comfortable beds

+ Quiet

+ Movie theater on property

+ Complimentary wifi

– Vanilla décor

– Small swimming pool