I want a funkier spin
A friend and I wandered into the revolving restaurant at the top of the Radisson the other day and we were, frankly, shocked. What a waste! What a travesty! Where's the oak bar and disco ball? Where are the hushed conversations in leather booths? Where are the tourist-sized telescopes and high-end scotch? Where's the frickin' jukebox?!
It was like walking into a more-bland-than-usual spinning Perkins. Highly, highly disappointed, y'all.