I would never stay here again and if I knew then what I know now I would have never booked it.
The hotel is understaffed and it shows. Few people around, feeling semi vacant, few cleaning rooms, taking most of the day. Heaps of trash sat in the hallways for hours. We saw staff most often smoking near the entrance.
The elevator was broken. The hallways smelled of trash and body odor. The carpet was past its prime. Our hot room smelled of old food and chemicals which, little did we know, was the highlight of its evolution. By the time we got back it was sour and off, like mop water with a hint of dairy. Holes in the walls were sloppily patched. The shower walls were visibly dirty. No liner. The toilet smelled of septic, its seat chipped and scuffed to the point it looked filthy. Shower temp was fine.
The headboards were mirrors. Classy. At least not on the ceiling. Bedding appeared clean enough—we trusted what could be bleached to death, and the sheets were—almost crunchy. Everything else was stained despite scrubbing. A TV with a few channels and a universal remote that barely worked. We cranked the overworked AC hoping to mask smell and heat. By morning the room was cold but damp. Our olfactory took care of the smell. We slept fine enough.
We survived the night—no shady activity, felt safe, no bugs. I didn’t believe the bad reviews. That’s my mistake. This is a 2 star review for a 1 star hotel.