Now don't get the wrong idea, I think tile is a perfectly serviceable flooring in kitchens, bathrooms and even the odd mudroom, but seriously people...does it belong in your living room? Or worse yet...your bedroom? I realize it is a cheaper alternative for the ruinous renovators who are, in my opinion, out to destroy any semblance of original architecture and style to save a damn dime, but it simply breaks my heart to see it.
For example, I found a fairly cute, two-story double Craftsman house on St. Mary in the Lower Garden District. It's in a great location, around the corner from Juan's Flying Burrito (not to mention a ton of cute shops on Magazine Street) and just a couple of doors down from The Saint, one of the finest dive bars in the city. There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms per side, a total of 3000 square feet and it is listed for $299,000.
But look at what was done to the beautiful hardwood floors (because I just know this house had them)! Every inch of floor space has been covered with a ghastly, godawful, cheap, ugly tile! WHY!?!?! I guess there is just no accounting for other people's tastes...or lack thereof.