Usuario invitado
14 de octubre de 2023
We knew the hotel was historic and looked forward to its unique character based on some reviews. All was fine on arrival - quaint lobby, little coffee bar, cute restaurant adjoined. I was a little confused when she said that the doors are locked at 9:00pm for the “residents living there,” but decided that added to its quirkiness. After parking in the back lot, we walked through the funhouse basement with varying degrees of fascination and incredulity over the “exhibits” - btw the Speakeasy and coal mine are super cool. But making our way to our room on the 2nd floor felt like The Shining - old red carpet, dark narrow hallway, exposed wires on old light fixtures. And our room itself was small and musty, with popcorn ceiling, one ceiling fixture, rock-hard bed, tiny bathroom - about like my childhood room at Grandma’s house. Exploring the rest of the 2nd floor, we noticed that ours was the only room that wasn’t a residence, and that the end of each hall had a cool little iron balcony - complete with mold and full ashtrays. We didn’t expect the Four Seasons, but had some expectation of comfort - tbh we couldn’t have spent more than 5 minutes in our room without a feeling of impending doom. They need to either convert the entire building to residences or do a major rehab. No one should pay to stay here as a “guest.”
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