This is related to my comment about my parents eschewing nice hotels. A few years ago, my husband and kids and I were taking a road trip and planned to stop in Edmonton, Alberta for the night. We got a flat tire, and it took so long to fix, Edmonton was no longer feasible for that day. The next nearest place was Jasper, a well-known tourist spot in the Rocky Mountains. We decided to stay there instead. The hotel we found wasn't exactly cheap, but it wasn't horrendously expensive, either (about another $30 more per night than the other hotels we'd stayed at on that trip). It was a cool, rainy evening, and we found a cozy Greek restaurant for dinner, followed by an equally welcoming bakery for dessert. All in all, it was the highlight of the trip.
When I told Dad about our unplanned stop in Jasper, he was horrified. "That place? It's a tourist trap! They must have robbed you blind! Why didn't you just grit your teeth and keep driving to Edmonton?" "It wasn't that bad price-wise, Dad, and we had a lovely time." "How much was it?" "$xxx for the night." "What?!? Are you out of your mind?"