After our walking tour, Hanna assured me that we couldn’t miss going across the street to the Davenport’s Tower building to view the décor in the Safari Room. She was right.
This guy greeted us at the door. (There was an equally shiny golden hippo on the other side.) That pretty much set the tone for what we would find inside.
It struck me as resembling the style in which a Victorian Great White Hunter would have decorated his home upon his return from a hunting trip to the Serengeti—if he had access to modern technology, that is. Wildly overdone but rather glorious in an over-the-top kind of way. Note the elephants:
He was real. Stuffed, mind you, but real. We were told he was a former resident of the zoo who died of natural causes. Then we were told (by an anonymous source) that (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) the old boy was engaged in, er, making baby tigers at the time of his demise. Apparently his heart just couldn’t take the, um, stress. But at least he died happy, right?
So, back across the street is the Peacock Room Lounge.
Where we ate dinner. Our food was nothing memorable, with the exception of the Ahi Tuna, which was pepper-crusted and combined with a pile of horseradish thinly disguised as mashed potatoes. Combined, they made a violent assault on the palate which both Hanna and I found inedible. That probably explains why this happened:
Remember the peanut brittle? This was a chocolate sundae with peanut brittle crumbs. If only the “hot fudge” had actually been fudgy instead of merely thin, warm chocolate sauce, it would have been perfection. Even so, it was darn good.
This concludes our tour of the Davenport Hotel. Thank you for coming along! If you’re ever in Spokane, that’s the place to stay. Oh, and did I mention they have a spa? Really, what more could a girl ask from a hotel? Until next time . . .