HotelChatter

As with the Flats, the buildings are original plantation shacks which were uprooted and transported to their new home. And, as with the Flats, they’ve been done up to look like they would have done back in the day, with old pictures on the walls and the soot still ingrained in the wood in the kitchen. The rooms in the gin are more modern and, as the Inn describes them, “as plush as you will get, though the Peabody we ain’t.” Quite.

The other half of the cotton gin has been turned into a massive hall which they use as a juke joint (no regular performances, check the website or ask when you get there). Even without a gig in it, though, it looks pretty fly.

Wifi is, by their own admission, a bit scrappy, and there’s no food (feel free to go to Madidi for that, though watch out for the waitress called Peggy, who is a Class A harridan). But there is a bar on site – in fact, they used to give you beer with your shack, before boring licensing laws put a stop to that. Being so much bigger than the Tallahatchie Flats gives it a different atmosphere – it’s more like staying in a theme park than the solitude you get in Greenwood, which depends on your taste – but what a theme park. Next time we’re in Clarksdale, we’re going there.