The Madonna Inn

Ok, so when I was nine I saw some little tv spot on the Madonna Inn and immediately fell in love. I apparently talked about it enough that my Uncle took me there for lunch one summer on a trip to LA. I've been there one other time for breakfast.

So, there was no way this trip was going to be Madonna Inn-less. We spent the previous night in a flea ridden Motel 8 in Bakersfield. The best thing about those kinds of places is that you have noooo problem getting out into traffic at 6am. We were only too glad to leave. We made it to the Madonna by late breakfast.