Not sure where to begin on this one. I get it’s a budget motel but, damn, this one is bad. First off, the unit went through a hastily lipstick remodel in all the wrong areas. Tub faucet would not stop running, lamps still had flammable cellophane packaging on them, and the tiles in the bathroom floor are loose. The tub only offered cold water and you can inspect orange water to spew out of its faucet for the first few minutes. Next is the noise, there was an rv that was parked at the dead end drive outside the hotel that would run their generator constantly throughout the night. Based on the amount of plastic furniture and grill, they live here. Next was the fact that the walls are paper thin and the ceiling (first floor unit) was suspended and I assume no insulation. We were kept up all night by someone who paced back and forth apparently with their shoes on. When they stopped, the caged dogs in the room next to us would take their place by barking. The dogs would finally stop when their owners came late night early morning which was identified by the slamming of the door repeatedly. The icing on the cake, when we would try to report any of this, we would get hung up on by the front desk.
Not sure where to begin on this one. I get it’s a budget motel but, damn, this one is bad. First off, the unit went through a hastily lipstick remodel in all the wrong areas. Tub faucet would not stop running, lamps still had flammable cellophane packaging on them, and the tiles in the bathroom floor are loose. The tub only offered cold water and you can inspect orange water to spew out of its faucet for the first few minutes. Next is the noise, there was an rv that was parked at the dead end drive outside the hotel that would run their generator constantly throughout the night. Based on the amount of plastic furniture and grill, they live here. Next was the fact that the walls are paper thin and the ceiling (first floor unit) was suspended and I assume no insulation. We were kept up all night by someone who paced back and forth apparently with their shoes on. When they stopped, the caged dogs in the room next to us would take their place by barking. The dogs would finally stop when their owners came late night early morning which was identified by the slamming of the door repeatedly. The icing on the cake, when we would try to report any of this, we would get hung up on by the front desk.