Poor
2019-07-05
Traveller Type: review category business travellers
: This was the worst motel I've ever seen. It was worse than the stereotypical "fleabag motel" one sees in movies! I should've known, from when I stepped into the lobby, to check in, and it looked like a between a "hoarder's paradise". Lobby: cluttered with old couches, piled high with junk,countertop full of papers and junk. Piles of junk everywhere - -three flat screen tvs in various degrees of dismantlement microwaves,piles of sheets and towels stacked high everywhere, various dirty loveseats and arm chairs, gardening tools and supplies, cartons of "Roundup" pest spray, vacuum cleaners, rusty old tools, You name it- - it was there. The room (room 15) was dark and musty. The bed linens were old and frayed, The carpet was old, stained and didn't appear to have been vacuumed well. There were 3 doors in the room. One - the entry door - - was white with dirty marks all over it; but it worked with an old fashioned key and a chain lock. Second door was supposed to lead to the room next door. It was barred shut with an old dirty board. In the doorway to that door, was a rod, hung crookedly, which I supposed was to serve as a rack on which one could hang clothes (there was no closet. Third door, I didn't open until the last day of my stay, led to a patio, which had an old dead plant in a flower pot on it. The worst thing about that door and patio was...IT DIDN'T LOCK!!!!!! It had a chain latch across it but the doorknob, which did have a lock on it, did not lock. The only think that kept that door shut was a chain latch. Anyone with a bit of upper body strength and evil intent, could've burst through it with one good hard shove! The night tables had industrial scotch tape holding the veneer on. The panelling was also held in place with wide, industrial strength tape. There was a refrigerator and microwave in the room; but I refused to use either, Mold stench when fridge opened!
: Everything....but the fact that, unbeknownst to me, the door leading to the patio outside didn't lock except with a chain that went across it was very disconcerting! I didn't know this until the day I was about to leave. Had I known I would've demanded my money back and left. The desk clerk gave me a receipt that was the equivalent of a handwritten note with the hotel's name stamped on it and had the nerve to tell me that they had been "using this (method) for 40 years." The dirt, debris and junk in the lobby- - not to mention the linens on the bed, paneling and carpeting certainly looked 40 years old! This place was very much like a place where a movie director would have a heroin addict "shoot up" for his very last time before DEATH!