It must feel so good to apply hip political correctness to what is, essentially, a fun place to pee. South of the Border is just a bit of Americana. If it's outlived its cultural relevance, that's only because no-one has figured out a more profitable replacement. If you don't care for it, by all means do avoid Niagara Falls and the remains of Rt 66.
Many years ago, as a result of every other room being full, I spent the night in one of the Honeymoon suites. We had a sort of Tiki-themed suite, and it was like waking up in the Tonga Room, in San Francisco. The irony of spending the night with my college roommate, Pete, it didn't take one little bit from the romance of that bizarre interlude.
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