The Fabulous Atrium! Here you get an idea of the . . . the profusion of ideas at play. It’s post-Googie, post-jet-age, post-taste, really.

Teepee light fixtures, tomahawks all over the place, a suspended ceiling, busted-glass light fixtures (a 70s staple, usually found in the orange iterations of the midwestern Perkins restaurants; here they look like the product of a primitive civilization that built a cult around a Tiffany lamp.) It manages to overwhelm without impressing, as your eyes skid from one thing to the other, hopelessly seeking traction. But it beats the oh-so-calming puce & taupe lobbies of a thousand chain motels, doesn't it?

Note the artwork - I believe it's called "Cardiovascular Shamans."