If you are a masochistic self-flagelating adrenaline-junkie and an entomologist with a penchant for Star Wars live-action-role-play, DO stay there. Fifi is a perfect fusion between Jabba-the-Hut and Darth Vador. She stoically wields around several hundred pounds of blubber and a classic first-generation breathing machine. "Breakfast (space - gasp) is (space- gasp) a(space) gift (gasp) and (phlegm-garggle) complimentary". If you enjoy a breakfast of stale french bread smothered in rancid margarine after a cockroach-dodging ice-cold shower, DO stay at Fifi's. We also recommend Fifi's for enthusiasts of New Wave British Art, such as Tracy Emin's soiled-panty-strewn "My Bed" installation, the tradition of which Fifi courageously surpassed with her compelling multimedia display of hanging yellow-and-brown secretion-smeared oversized once-were-white Fruit of the Loomish underwear. We recommend it. Strongly.
- Also Known As:
- Chez Fifi Tahiti, South Pacific