The Keating in San Diego is next on the list to get torn apart by our Gordon It’s run by super douchebag Eddie, a man with too much money, too little taste, and the predictable amount of hotel experience (zero, for those of you just catching up with this show). He’s been treating the hotel like his own personal whim tester, cutting corners everywhere except the décor, and is now millions of dollars in debt. His staff is miserable, and though everyone we meet seems to be in some sort of management position, they’re washing sheets and scrubbing toilets because there’s no housekeeping staff. The restaurant is a mess as well, and it’s not even in the hotel—it’s like half a block away on a different street. Since the room service orders go to the front desk instead of the kitchen, the concierge has to call them in and then someone has to walk them over. It’s just as inconvenient as it sounds. And Gordon’s suit is more than $700 a night!
Gordon has a healthy hatred for this place, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell Eddie all about it. There’s a fainting spell, an old hippie chef with a scrunchie in his braid, wrinkly sheets, and a restaurant manager named Dave, who gave away his final fuck ages ago. And since I know you’ll ask, yes—Gordon does indeed strip down and take a soak in that big tacky Jacuzzi. I’m pretty sure his hind end is now its own meme.
Join me later this week for the full recap, and catch up on last week’s disaster here.