I’m not sure any place in the country is nationally known for good sleeping.
Given the Dells’ demographic, I can understand why “eating” comes first - folks do love their belt-bustin' buffets - but you’d think “fun” would trump “unconsciousness.”
On the other hand, anyone who’s taken kids to the Dells knows that sleeping, and lots of it, isa marvelous prospect at the end of the exhausting day. As it happens I did not have good sleeping when I was at the Dells in the summer of ’10; I was on a sofa bed, and a bar laid hard against my back all night.
The food was okay, though. I had a burger whose diameter made a manhole cover look like a pop-bottle cap. But that was 2010. Let us venture back to the days before the Dells because the Vegas of Wisconsin.