So, ultimately, was the Avalon Hollywood really any different than the Palace? There was only one way to find out definitively. I marched into the one area I hadn’t yet investigated — the upstairs men’s room — and quickly got my answer. Yup, those restroom attendants, with their bulging tip bowls on the sink, were still there, warmly courteous and more than a little disturbing to those of us who don’t need help washing our hands, and would rather not have to pay for the honor. I gave the nice man a dollar, and realized you can go home again, if only because home never left.