Dungeony

As I rounded the corner nearest my hotel the Afrite coachman of the polychromatic, nonpareil coat seized me, swung open the dungeony door of his peripatetic sarcophagus, flirted his feather duster and began his ritual: […]

The restaurant proper is dungeony, the red walls hung with the required bullfight pictures, the rough plaster ceiling adorned with non-supporting beams, the air filled with talk, […]