Who is Zelda? She's the neighborhood hen that sometimes pops by the Heywood Hotel, but don't let that eggcentricity lead you to think that this bundle of boudoirs (seven total) is one of those anything-goes/roast-a-goat-in-your-room pleasure palaces. Sure, there's pleasure to be had, but it comes from the concerted efforts of the folks at the Heywood who foster a sense of calm and quietude in the midst of a churning East Cesar Chavez. A feat. A dream.
