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7 de agosto de 2024
Quirky, a phrase used often in reviews for this place. If you need polished chrome, laminate floors, granite counters and Ikea-like furniture, then the Red Rock Inn is not for you... find the nearest Holiday Inn express or Best Western and move on. This place is more of a cross between a rustic cottage cabin or disheveled New England coastal hotel. Such and interesting history. It started out as a bunk house for saw mill workers and actually saw action as a POW camp for German officers during WWII. As for what it is now... almost too difficult to describe. Rooms: We only saw one, but it was huge with no two pieces of furniture matching. There was no TV, Microwave, AC or mini fridge. The area rug was a little thread-bare and the hardwood floors had been repaired in places with plywood. I suppose some would try to find endless fault with all of that, but it was clean and comfortable. We also had a beautiful view of lake Superior from our two large windows and a lovely breeze coming in from the lake. A private three piece bathroom worked fine, and both Queen size beds were comfy. Lobby and common areas: These were a strange mixture of yard-sale and thrift store motif. Cluttered with poster boards of newspaper articles, magazine covers and personal artifacts dear to the owner. The overall decorating scheme seemed to be piling every flat surface with vintage telephones, radios, record players and 'modern convenience' of the 1950"s. These style choices would put-off the easily put-off clients. I felt slightly bemused and was willing to go along with the shabby-chic, dime store soda fountain vibe. The owner, Donny, was proud of the business he has built, the legacy he has forged and the relationships he has built in his hometown (which include hosting weekly rock and roll shows in his enormous dining room) This was a hotel experience unlike any that I have ever had. It's not everybody's cup of tea, and I'm not sure I'd want to have every place I stay at adopt the same design and business model, but for one night on our cross-Canada vacation, my wife and I were more than happy to step into a bit of weirdness and would not have changed anything.
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