Sometimes if you're diligent about sifting through the endless pictures of indians outside their wigwam (what's that about? there are quite a number of those), signs saying "MOMS KITCHEN: enter at own risk" (sides splitting here just at the memory), bowls of fruit (it looks like the entire still life classes graduation work was delivered straight to the thrift store) and framed baseball pictures (zzz) you will find a little gem!
Oh, the Adler Hotel - or as I like to call it: The Grace Adler Hotel.
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