(Plus, my photos just don't do it justice!)
Coming across a Madonna Inn sign on a drive from Los Angeles to San Francisco in April sparked something inside me. Thinking, "I know I've seen that name before," lead to a quick Google search, which lead to, "OHMYGODwehavetostoptherepleasepleasecanweplease?"
My roadtrip partner was one of my best friends and just as down-for-anything as I am, so she was happy to stop for lunch. Honestly though, I don't think that even knowing me and my aesthetic for six years could have prepared her for this.
We walked into the dining room and both of us kinda flipped out.
The very abridged story of the Madonna Inn goes like this:
Alex Madonna, a wealthy construction entrepreneur, asks his wife to decorate his new hotel, this happens, and he thinks it's great.
(Total dreamboat, right?)
Each room is totally different:
Pink kitsch is one of my favorite things in the entire world, so of course I love the Madonna Inn, from the baby-pink streetlights in the parking lot to the pink straw in my glass of water.
But I really love that it's so adored by people all over the world--not just lovers of kitsch, but lovers of the fact that something so unique, opulent and outlandish exists.
