Okay--out of all of these, this one's my favorite. It even has soothing music. & the rooms are as perfect as once were the only ones available, the Madonna Inn's [in San Luis Obispo, w/ their clamshell urinals] only transported to postpostland in Scandinavia. Someone MUST want silly intelligent chitchat enough to drag me there as accomplice, so I can spend some time far FAR away from the drummer. S'il vous plait, k?