There’s one redeeming quality for this location; it has a soft-closing toilet seat. I’m surprised the property is allowed to have the title “hotel.” It is at best a motel, and worst a hostel Upon arrival at 1am, we were presented with a locked lobby. Apparently, the danger is so overwhelming that the fully adult attendant was too afraid to great guests face to face. The check-in was conducted on the exterior of the property via an almost muted intercom. After the attendant took my ID and credit card for 5+ minutes, I was given a piece of paper to sign along with a question, “do you need parking?” A bit flabbergasted, I told him of course...doesn’t all hospitality locations provide parking to their guests? Not this location sucker! Now that I’m here, you can either go find parking at 1am in the morning, in pouring rain...OR graciously provide this property with $40 to park on-site. Isn’t that just the loveliest? Especially for someone that’s handicapped around the holidays. Hey, it’s past 1am at this point. I’m tired from driving 4 hours straight and just need to get some rest. I eagerly opened the door to the room, and was lovingly greeted by a dead cockroach on the floor...it’s friendly at least? I went to the bathroom to get some toilet paper to send off my new friend. Lo and behold, the toilet roll was hanging down the wall as if someone rushed out forgetting to roll the rest up. Whatever, as long as it doesn’t have skid marks on them, I guess it’s clean. To the bed! Ahhh, the holy grail of any hospitality l, to provide guests with a comfortable and cle... ... bed. Well would you look at that, strains on the top sheet, and body fluid stains on the bedding. In clusters of large and small... Let your imagination run wild with which body orifice they came out of. But i got a hint from the oily handprint residue on the leather headboard. Disgusting yes, but the sandman is calling my name. I need to sleep, and sleep I did with my cloths on! ***Gasp*** And for the grand finally; as I’m deep in slumber, loud, thundering bangs came through. I thought the police was here. Fearing they would barge in if I do not answer. I quickly got up to take a peep through the peephole. Apparently, it was the attendant banging on another guest’s door to ask them to leave... Perplexed, disturbed, still asleep, and needing to get up in another 3 hours, I tried going back to sleep. Needless to say, I up and left at 6:30am and never looked back. What’s a holiday without someone trying to price gouge hardworking folks right?…
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