Well, this is one way to make a fellow feel really small-town. It's not like Norman is under the delusion that the Bates Motel is anything more than a small-time place that's past what little moment in the sun it had, but there's always something weird about going to a 'real' hotel and seeing how it's done in the big city. Not that he's done so often, of course; Mother has always needed him with her, and there hasn't been much money for travel.

He's not terribly interested in examining the lobby, and the sight of the bar sends him awkwardly looking for somewhere less threatening. He fetches up in the garden/patio, his spotless white shirt and hunched shoulders making him look like a particularly awkward stork perched among the plants.