Lola and I had lunch at My Hotel for the second time around today. I don’t know if she really likes it there or it’s just that it’s cheap plus it’s a hotel and they give discounts to senior citizens like her. IF I would have to rate the hotel from 0-10, I would probably give it a 5. Five because yes, they have a restaurant, but when I asked the difference between a caesar’s salad and a vegetable salad, the bloody waitress can’t even give me the answer until she went inside the kitchen to ask the chef maybe. When I asked her about what kind of salad dressing they put into the vegetable salad, she went to the kitchen again and asked the chef or some bloody crew. So then I picked the caesar’s salad for I don’t like thousand island dressing on my plate. After ten minutes, the waitress came in again and told me that the caesar’s salad isn’t available. I almost wanted to smash her face with the tissue holder. Anyway, the first time we were there, I asked for some bloody table napkin but funny they told me the lamest reason: we forgot to buy table napkins. The foreign guy at the next table is busy browsing some pages, maybe Cleveland Job Search kind-of-page, and he looks pissed off with the unstable wi-fi internet. So I guess that’s a super minus point for a new hotel, right? The floor sweeper too.. .man.. he should have seen all of us eating at the restaurant! Why can’t he put down his broom and mop first and let us all finish eating. Lola has been complaining about the dust..this and that.. and their spoons and forks.. it’s like you’re just eating in a plain eatery or a canteen. Can’t they even purchase those heavier spoons and forks? The things bend whenever you try to cut your food with those. I hope we won’t be getting near that place again on our next bank visit.