Of all the venues--from the conference center to head hunters club--I liked the Elk's Lodge the best. It was one of those typical club lodges, a big old structure with all of these rooms, room after room, like the kind I find myself wandering through in my dreams, and a big deck on the roof of the first floor with sturdy railings. High ceilings. Old linoleum. Non-slip rubber on the stairs. No frills. Solid cement walls. Corny paneling in places. Practical Berber carpet. Nuclear-blast proof, basically.
It was not fancy or chic or trendy or hip. It was just right.