Benjamin B.
Yelp
Ever wonder how Will Smith felt in I Am Legend (during the vampire-less daytime that is), when there was nobody around and he could have his run of the place?
Kinda feels like Hotel Richmond, a place so steeped in the lost art of privacy that I feel like I'm the only guest in the hotel. I'm not. There are others. Many others, courtesy of Mad March and the V8 supercars, WOMACK, and the Adelaide Fringe Festival. There's only one room free in the whole shake shack, and yet it feels like I own the place. That's not easy to do.
Tucked into an unassuming little Clark Kent doorway in Rundle Mall, Hotel Richmond is blessed with large rooms, lush bathrooms and beds so comfy you have to fight to get out of them in the morning. And the concierge Shane saw I was from Sydney and asked if I liked the NRL. Adelaide don't even have an NRL team but he was kind enough to ask, which I appreciated all the more when I checked in late at night.
I haven't even left and already I'm looking forward to coming back.