Hotel Marlowe is Hotel Porn
In town to chat with Fouad Siniora, Prime Minister of the Republic of Lebanon, I am staying at Hotel Marlowe, and this is total hotel porn.
What is “hotel porn”, you ask? Just check out the Hotel Marlowe website or better yet, peruse the “Hotel Marlowe” Flickr tag. Hot, eh?
From the funky rooms to the great service, and of course, the leopard-print robes, Hotel Marlowe is swank-city. Swankiness that, unfortunately, ends at the doorway to Bambara, the hotel’s overpriced and under-serviced restaurant.
“Bambara” is the main language of Mali, and I can attest personally that drinking beer by Braile in Bamako, the capitol of Mali, is more rewarding than dinner in Bambara.
After recovering from menu sticker shock, we ordered drinks and dinner, only to finish the pretentiously displayed eats before the drinks arrived and receive bread moments before the check. That never happens if you always eat on the street in Bamako.
Back in the Hotel Marlowe, it all go better. I happened to notice that rooms come stocked with sex-music CD’s and better yet, I just happened to have the number for an American hottie found on Winthrop Street.
Oh yeah, the night was goooood.
