I have only myself to blame. I booked a night at the Four Winds on a we-have-to-get-to-the-beach! whim. That said, boy, did we get taken!! I'm guessing these rooms are condos? As such, some might be nice, some will be...um...like the one we got. Our room faced the beach. Nice, you say? It should have been nice. It was, in a word, icky. The apartment door was corroded. We had to bang our way inside. The first sign.... We opened the door. One sad-looking futon that had seen better days greeted us next to a cramped, rusty fridge. Oh boy. And for this we paid close to $200? Shameful! Oh, did I mention the overhead flourescent lighting? Our daughter slept on the futon. She was too young at the time to know it was gross. The bedroom smelled suspect and the bed linens gave me the creeps. I slept on top of the bedspread...in pants and shirt...my head on a beach towel on a pillow. No direct contact, thank you. There was an odd box shape cut into the wall by the ceiling in our bedroom. I don't know why it was there. It was covered in mesh wire. Throughout the night, I could hear cars and voices. Guessing it was some kind of escape hatch to the parking garage lest the gestapo came. Earlier, we ambled outside onto our deck area to enjoy the ocean view. Our "neighbors" had a boom box blasting, music?, and assorted kids and adults were screaming, cursing. So much for enjoying the ocean view. The paint on the concrete block deck area was peeling. Felt like I was in war-ravaged Kosovo or Tel Aviv. Could not wait til morning! Felt as though I'd come through a horrible ordeal and survived. The Four Winds will do that to a person.
- Four Winds Hotel
- Four Winds Wildwood Crest