I never leave bad reviews, but I can’t let this one go.
When I first entered my room I noticed the bed was visibly broken. I didn’t look around much and was moved to a new room. The second room somebody had left the heat on 78°. It’s winter here, 70° is more standard, so it was roasting. The curtains were hanging off the rail, the wallpaper was hanging off the walls in the bathroom, and there was hair all over the shower. Thankfully the bed was clean.
This reminded me of one of those super budget motels my dad always made us stay in on road trips in the 90s— and not in a nostalgia kind of way.
Breakfast was the spongy bagged scrambled eggs with dry sausage.
For what I paid, I won’t be back.