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The Richardson Hotel
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5 reviews for The Richardson Hotel
The Richardson was my pad for 4 days while I was on a business trip in the BIG D. What I really liked about this hotel was its products. The Calm body lotion, containing guarana and ginger, was very soothing. Hey, a brotha has to keep his sh*t moisturized too!
The free in room wifi was definitely a plus. And if you are too lazy to lug around a laptop while you travel, they also give guests free access to a slow ass computer in the business center. I even gave the fitness center a try and it was respectable.
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I crashed here for a night, it was by the train station I needed to be at and it wasn't priced too badly for the location. It was 100 for the night, and it wasn't a shabby hotel. However that's about all it was, a decent hotel. The room was alright, and the service was alright. Nothing really blew me away.
I have nothing to complain about, but I have nothing to rave about. So...3 stars.
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What a find...THANK YOU EXPEDIA. Free wireless in rooms, premium linens, cool/swanky bar scene, and great food (The Pork Chop will make you slap your momma). And oh by the way...super affordable.
The Richardson Hotel - Where business is pleasure is a tagline that live up to its billing!
http://www.therichards.../
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This is the hotel my company put a few of us at for the week, and I wasn't thoroughly impressed, but it wasn't too shabby, either. It was a good standard hotel that many business travelers were staying at and seemed to be in a decent location. The staff was friendly and attentive, but I swear I'm too young for someone to call me "sir" or "Mr. Brown". Just feels odd.
Had a room on the 11th floor, and although I wanted a king sized bed they gave me a room with two queens. (Guess I could have invited friends for a sleepover?) But there were lots of pillows on the bed, which is always a plus. They even had a nice sized desk where I could put my laptop down and have room for a couple notebooks (several hotels seem to think its nice to have a desk the size of a saltine cracker, but not here). Free wireless internet, which worked fine, except I had to reaccept the "usage agreement" every night, which was somewhat annoying.
Too bad I didn't bring workout shoes, or I would have utilized their workout room. Thunderstorms kept me away from their outdoor pool.
If you walk under a scary underpass and dodge a bit of traffic, then you can hit up a few fast food places and restaurants that are only a block or two away. It would have been a lot more convenient to have a car, but I made my way around a bit. I did not have a chance to find the DART train station stop, but I guess its in the area, esp because the train passes close by the hotel.
No mini fridge? Argh! Oh well, not much I could do there. The only other semi-complaint is about the hot water. Some mornings it was just warm and not really hot, but I guess when there are mostly business travelers 8am is not the best time to test their hot water heaters.
Anyways, the overall stay was pretty positive, so my negative remarks are mostly just little things. I'm probably going to be coming back here in the future, so I'm looking forward to it, based on my experience here so far.
You expect x-amount of ringing in the ears if you eat aspirin by the handful, but someone tapped my shoulder and pointed at the phone.
Mister Leberri, this is the front desk. We have complaints regarding noise from your room.
I'm not surprised, I said. The room's full of Polacks with accordions. I'm sucking in herring fumes and blowing out polka myself. I hung up and looked around. Every flat surface was covered with sheet music from the forties and fifties. The place reeked of cabbage and fish salad and I was drowning in a pond of nylon socks, digital watches, and J. C. Penny Bermuda shorts.
I don't play the accordion and I don't like accordion music, but the elegance of the instrument mesmerizes the roller skate mechanic within. Still I wonder, how in God's name can such a beautiful machine produce such obnoxious sounds?
A saxophone croons. A violin resonates. An accordion honks and hisses at best.
I stepped outside to clear my head. All I could think about was killing my nephew who was thirty miles out of reach--out of most people's reach. H. K. was in jail again and that's how all this started.
SEAGOVILLE FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTE: VISITING DAY.
Look, Unk. If we can get our hands on that stuff it'll Ebay for a hundred grand.
You're telling me there's a case of glue worth a hundred thousand bucks?
It's not just a case of glue. It's a case of genuine original Testors Household Cement. It's the glue Dee Dee Ramone wrote NOW I WANNA SNIFF SOME GLUE about. That crate holds a hundred and forty-three tubes of vintage stuff. There was a gross, but Dee Dee did one. There's a hundred inmates in here willing to invest big bucks to get in on the action.
I thought about it for a microsecond and said, You're crazy and I'm leaving.
No, Unk. A bunch of rich punk rock collectors have been looking for it since Dee Dee died, but I stumbled across the location right here in the joint.
Okay, where is it? I'll go dig it up.
H. K. leaned in to me.
Listen carefully, he said. The guy in charge of distributing shoes to inmates was a punk music promoter and very tight with the Ramones, especially Dee Dee. And get this, he took Dee Dee to the freight company to pick up the aforementioned Holy Glue. He says they took the glue to another musician to hold for him. So all you've got to do is hook up with that musician and he'll take you to it. Simple enough?
Got a name for this musician?
He grinned. Ever heard of the Rotten Kapustas?
I got up to leave, but he motioned me back.
I'm serious! A guy named Borst Kapusta has a punk band called the Rotten Kapustas, an accordion trio that plays punk rock. Borst was a great accordion player till he lost a testicle playing Flight Of The Bubblebee. Then he went bad. Real bad. But he still shows up at all the big accordion shows. And guess what? There's a huge one in Dallas this weekend!
The 20th Annual National Accordion Convention kicked off at the Richardson Hotel and I got the last available room. A zillion guests carried around accordions of every color and size. You couldn't move and I wanted to die. But if a grail appears, the greedy must go for it.
Trying to fit in, I got a beer and eased up to a guy in plaid pants holding a clipboard. Haven't seen Bjorn Kielbasa, have you?
If you mean Borst Kapusta, I just talked to him on the phone. He couldn't get a room so he isn't coming. Are you a friend?
Hell, yes, I said. Call him back and tell him I'm holding a room for him.
It worked! Borst One-nut was on the way. In the bargain with Plaid Pants I agreed to let some other musicians share the room, too. And that takes us back to my roomful of accordion players and me eating pain killers like M and M's.
When Borst and the other two Kapustas arrived, the crowd greeted them like the Stones. Soon Borst gravitated to Plaid Pants and Plaid Pants nodded to me. I went over and extended my hand.
Buckwheat Pomeroy, I said. From Philly.
Not smiling, the little bastard extended his hand and I saw on his forearm the tattoo of an evil-looking cabbage pointing an AK-47 at some other vegetables. "I'm Borst," he said.
I pointed to the patio and he followed. I slid the door shut behind us and got right to the point.
Have you still got the glue?
What glue?
What glue?! The vintage Testors! The Holy Grail and all that happy shit! Didn't you receive a case of Dee Dee's glue?
If you mean Dee Dee Ramone, you're probably talking about the real Borst Kapusta.
The real...?
Yes. The original Borst. I'm Tribute Borst . We're a tribute band. The Rotten Kapustas were killed years ago when their studio exploded. The crazy bastards squeezed over a hundred tubes of glue into a pup tent and crawled in. Must have been high as hell when somebody lit a cigarette.
We are born brave, trusting and greedy, but we quickly get over the first two.
"Lady of Spain, I adore you
Right from the night I first saw you..."
Al
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