Whole building smelled like cigarettes. The floor of the hallway off the extremely small lobby seemed to be unfinished concrete. (There was a sign on the door saying there was construction going on, but no one was working on it and it wasn’t blocked off, so I’m pretty sure it was just like that.) Clerk was nowhere to be found, had to call the phone number on the desk to get him to show up, and he casually mentioned (unprompted) that he was tripping as he checked me in. The numbers on the elevator buttons had almost entirely worn off, and a couple were badly cracked. It took several tries before my room key actually unlocked the door, and I had to shove hard to get it to fully shut. Almost all the knobs on the drawers of the furniture were crooked. There was about half of a two liter bottle of soda left in the room fridge. The room wasn’t carpeted, which makes the fact that it obviously hadn’t been cleaned even more unforgivable, since a person could have run a dust mop over it in about two minutes. I figured that if they neglected to deal with extremely basic, obvious stuff like that, they definitely wouldn’t have bothered with anything else, so I just got out of there. Reading other reviews afterwards, I’m convinced I dodged a bullet. You would for real be better off sleeping in your car.