So, we splurged on a two-bedroom suite—big weekend, big bill, and a cool $1000 hold on my card. I was expecting luxury, maybe even a little “wow” factor. The staff? Amazing. Seriously, every single person we met deserved a gold star and maybe a raise.
The hotel, though? She’s seen some things.
Let’s start with the balconies—more rust than a 1990s bike left out in the rain. Add in some mysterious dirt and you’ve got a real “urban archaeology” vibe. The bathroom? Let's just say I’ve seen cleaner rest stops off the highway (We had to ask them to come clean it)—and those at least don’t charge daily resort fees.
Speaking of charges: Need a pen and paper? Better have $7 ready, because apparently this place is on a “bring your own office supplies” plan. There is nothing in the room that you won't have to pay for use of. Between the fees, the parking rates, and basically getting nickel-and-dimed for existing, I got the sense they’re one step away from a going-out-of-business sale.
The staff is the only thing keeping this place together—like glitter glue on a preschool project. A+ people, D- everything else.