I'm going to be generous in my rating, because I actually like it when a hotel goes for a kitschy theme. However, I do feel like they sometimes sacrificed comfort here to maintain the kitschiness. For example, I'd like actual side tables, large enough to actually put things on, instead of small lacquered upright logs by the bed. I'd prefer not having to awkwardly reach behind me to access the toilet paper because someone opted to hang it on a strap on the wall rather than just putting it in a regular holder right by the toilet. I'd like to be able to reach my towel from the shower rather than having to step out to get to it because someone put the handle you can hang it from in a place they thought looked more artsy.
As to other matters, the breakfast really was delicious and is worthy of the praise other reviewers have heaped on it. The floor of my room wasn't swept well, but the room was otherwise clean. The AC worked well. The bed was reasonably comfortable. The staff were friendly. I liked being able to park right outside of my particular room in the shade of some overhanging tree limbs.
I was able to hear all the noises coming from my neighbor's room. I'm not sure if this was because the walls were thin or because my neighbor was unusually loud, but it was loud enough that I could clearly hear the audio of the movie he was watching (Last Crusade, my favorite Indiana Jones movie, if you were curious). Fortunately, he quieted down before it got too late in the evening.
