The epitome of plastic showers can be found at the Hilton, which, like still sucks still. Like Paris would never, like, stay here. Eeeeew. Grody. (All it has done since last year is age a year.)
Here’s what the stylish hall looks like. It has the ineffable Hilton smell. Maybe that’s the Paris scent?!
Room, er, I mean one room suite 416, has two tiny crappy beds and a couch that pays homage to the Almighty Television. Go TV. Paris prolly likes that.
Hide-a-bed from the ’70s. Comes with its own Hotwheels car.
One tiny crappy bed.
But a spectacular view.
Nice roof. And the parking structure is truly fantastic.
Shower? Sucks.
Plastic shower.
But we do love Wilmington. Dinner at Caprice Bistro was very nicely put together. They even create some nice cocktails.
And tomorrow, the Dixie Grill will be perfect for breakfast.
Hilton? One showerhead. And maybe the bottom of the big chain barrel.
