If W. C. Fields was reincarnated as an innkeeper he would no doubt be running the Sagebrush Inn. This place is awash not only with ambience, but with delightful quirks. Different rooms receive different cable TV channels. On some days the housekeeper left soap, on other days no soap, and yet other days unwrapped the soap, apparently to discourage me from taking it home with me. (But there was always enough soap) Bathrooms have a small sign stating that people frequently like to take the many towels supplied to each room as souveniers, and if your towels turn up missing the management will assume you wanted such souveniers and charge them to your bill. They make it sound funnier than I've said it here. And they were excellent quality towels. I found the housekeepers very cooperative in making up my room around my schedule, not theirs.
The inn itself is a delightul architectural hodgepodge of differerent parts cobbled onto each other. As in most such places, rooms are small and often dark--but each part has different sorts of rooms. The older rooms are well worth the minor inconvenience for their viga ceilings and tile floors. Many of these rooms face a wonderful large central plaza with huge trees, magpies, and squirrels. Its customary for guest to steal the plastic chairs from the outdoor patio to sit in front of their rooms and enjoy this outdoor treat. Most of these chairs are clean enough to sit in.
The pool looked a bit small, but I'm not a pool person. The rather poky sauna's out-of-the-way location looks like an invitation to rapists...but the Sagebrush does have an in house security staff, and nothing bad has ever happend during my stays
Someplace built in the 1920s invaribly has minor maintenece problems. The toilet usually needed flushing twice--but never more than three times. In 2004 my traveling companion had repeated trouble with the lock on her room door. This year she stayed in the same room--and had the same trouble. But this year they fixed the lock after her first complaint!
The dining room is acceptable, but rather gloomy, with the kind of uncomfortable high back chairs your grandmother made you sit in for hours when you came to visit. There are nicer places to eat in Taos. Or, if you want to avoid the vicious traffic on Paseo Del Pueblo Sur, walk north five hundred meters to the Guadalajara grille--the New Mexican cuisine is delicious, abundant, and cheap. The fact that the Guadalajara shares its building with a carwash is totally irrelevant. Breakfast at the Sagebrush Inn is complimentary and is a sitdown affair with several setpiece choices. The offerings are basic but well prepared, and service is prompt and pleasant. The breakfast area is separate from the dining room, with wonderful southwestern rustic decor. If you're over 5', be sure to ask for a table with suffiecent room underneath for your legs.
The in-house honkytonk is a center of Taos nightlife, with affable barkeeps, live music a couple times a week, locals coming to dance the two-step, and lots of gloom and cigarette smoke. Waylon and Willy would love this place.The bar apparently raids the guest ice machine each day around 4Pm, but there was always enough ice left for a before-dinner cocktail in front of my room enjoying the central plaza.
If you're shaking your head by now, you don't belong at the Sagebrush Inn. Try one of the pricier places near the plaza, or better yet, the big box chain motel across the street. But if you like quirky, old, and authetic southwest, come enjoy the Sagebrush Inn.









