Palm trees just are not indigenous to Indiana. No way. Nooooo. So then why in the world does the Inn of the Four Winds on the banks of the US Corp of Engineers-constructed Lake Monroe want people to imagine they've boated in to a Jimmy Buffet marina somewhere in the Caribbean. It's five O'clock somewhere--but not here. But what's even worse, the land entrance to the hotel has fake palm trees stuck in the ground around their welcoming water feature. Come on. Does anyone really believe those darn things are growing there? 
The Margaretaville theme is further carried out in the so-called resort's interior. It's so overdone with cheap decorations and fake island stuff that it makes "Fiji Isle" at the Phi Gamma Delta Fraternity House on campus look like a bona fide island paradise. The person who "designed" the Four Winds decor must has been a Tiki-bird pavilion reject at Disneyworld. Those Disney perfectionists wouldn't put up with such ugly, tacky stuff.
Not that it matters, but would the Four Winds please consider scrapping the decor for something a little more subdued and less like a sorority pledge dance or a high school prom run amok. And while you're at, you need to rethink the fish sandwich (or even the entire menu). The poor "san" could use some fish inside the four by six inch glob of deep-fried dough.
Boating season ends October 15. That gives you until April to sink that pirate ship into Davey Jones' Locker.
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