July 25th, 2007
|01:14 pm - "¿Que?" "I'm sorry; he's from Havana."|
File under Kidding Me, You've Got To Be:
The Fawlty Towers resort in Cocoa Beach, Florida.
And I don't even see a sign where you can rearrange the letters, either.
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 05:21 pm (UTC)|| |
I now want to go running around, yelling "MR Fawlty, is FIRE!"
DON'T MENTION THE BAY OF PIGS!!
They'd better have a "Manuel" on staff!
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 05:48 pm (UTC)|| |
I wonder if Basil is running it... or if the only thing you can get on the TV are reruns...
It's utterly delicious - the outside is PINK with little towers and paintings of palm trees and it boasts (literally) a Tiki Bar!
Thanks for making my day, sir!
That's Florida for you! The east coast would totally charm you all the way down South Beach (and their art deco neon buildings, oh my.)
|Date:||July 25th, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC)|| |
I noticed a Fawlty Towers
in Livingstone, too, although it doesn't look quite as perfect.
No, no, I won't have that. There's a place in Eastbourne—
I wonder if the name helps them get business, or frightens away people who have seen the show. Hmmm. Mystery of the ages, I guess.
WILL THEY GET ME A WALDORF SALAD?
|Date:||July 27th, 2007 02:57 pm (UTC)|| |
Huh, I live about 20 minutes away from there. I could go take a picture of it if... you know, the dozens on the web site didn't make it totally pointless.