The hotel deftly walks the fine line between scary and charming.
Due to a mixup, I was booked in a double and after explaining that I was alone, they switched me to a single, but threw in a kitchen.
I find mom and pop places like this to be quite endearing.
I considered my kitchen and I got to thinking, if I get some groceries, I could prepare meals out of my room and not spend tons of money going out to eat.
After picking up a few supplies at the local Publix, I couldn't wait to get back to the room and pop my Home Run Inn frozen pizza in the oven.
...But hotel kitchens don't have ovens.
So I improvised.