We stayed here on my first trip to Minneapolis.
It stood on Normandale Boulevard, aka Highway 100, adjacent to the cloverleafs of Interstate 494. It was close to Southdale, the Marvel of the Modern World. We came down with my uncle / aunt / cousins from the farm. We stopped for hamburgers on the way down - we took Highway 10 - and I remember we played "Henry the 8th" by Herman's Hermits on the jukebox. My sister wasn't along; she was born in '66. That fixes the date as the summer of 1965.
I'd never stayed in a motel before. I lived in Fargo. This was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.