"The Thursday- and Friday-only situation at this Kenmore seminary-turned-hotel is straight-up cold. Nobody looks happy to be there, and clapping for the in-house acoustic guitarist feels like committing a misdemeanor. That may not matter if the tea service were worth its weight in rooibos—yet there’s just one tea cup included and paltry snack portions (you can run but you can’t hide, barely dressed cucumber slivers on wheat). Sure, the salted lemon bars are nice, but if we wanted to be stuck in detention, we’d go back to high school." - kayla sager riley, aimee rizzo