We could talk about kitchens ad nauseaum (which I believe is Latin for "kitchens that make my stomach hurt just looking at them.")
I remember a couple of years ago, bringing a potential buyer into a newly renovated townhouse in one of the then-recently rezoned hot areas of Brooklyn -- Ocean Hill, maybe? -- and seeing a refrigerator that was so fitted into its little cubbyhole THAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE TO OPEN THE REFRIGERATOR DOOR.
I do have to admit, I was "stunned"...