Welcome to the Curry Inn
Abdul, the east indian clergyman, was very helpful, if you needed a good Curry Recipe. Located in the beautiful valley of Sonoma, where the people, the country, and the wine is all beautiful, this Travelodge will help balance that out with the ugly.
First of all, it smelt much like bad curry, due to the obvious that these East Indians AMOR curry. You wouldn't think so, you'd think east indians would make a lot of hamburger, cheese pizzas, or burritos (foods of their native lands), but no... coincidentally, they like curry.
There was a spa that someone had excreted in, and a non working sauna. The breakfast bar was in the room adjacent to the sauna. Every morning, enjoy swedish bagged pastries and tampico with the humid air and sour gas of the bitter liberals hiding out at that inn.
The beds in the rooms had a nice depression (slump) in the top of the beds, meaning, no girls with large buttocks had stayed here, no way. It made for a very comfortable and relaxing "at home" feel (that is if your bed at home has a depression as well, the same applies to depressed people who drive Miatas).
But, what can you say? Despite the crazy indian kids running around (their nation now has 1.6 billion people!), Abdul was very nice and joyous. Not once did he ever get mad at me for pointing out his hairy mole on his face!
So enjoy the Curry Inn, and yes DONT FORGET to honk when you're coming in through like the sign says.