The Elk Hotel
My mother's paternal grandfather built this as the Elk Hotel, the first stone -- and thus relatively more fire-safe -- hotel in the Anthractite Range. Her father and then she grew up there and we lived in rooms on the top floor while my father was at war in the Pacific and then stayed in the Army to try for a sword.
My grandfather Michael was the Prothonotary and Postmaster.
As Michael's father had the only bar in town which, as a decent publican, he could not patronize. he -- family legend goes -- had to go to the next town over for a drink.
Fortunately, the horse knew the way home as there were reportedly mornings when he would be found sitting asleep in the carriage with the horse contentedly munching in its stall.
It was not the Plaza, but I understood how Eloise felt.