6/10
If you're looking for a place that screams "we peaked in the '90s!"—look no further. The physical hotel is... well, it exists. The service, to be fair, was fantastic—like the staff knew the building was falling apart and were compensating with extra kindness. Bless them.
I stayed in a king suite with a jetted tub, which felt less like a luxury escape and more like I was starring in an indie horror film called “The Wallpaper Peels Tonight.” Highlights included: curtains that refused to close (privacy is a suggestion), ceilings with more cracks than a dropped iPhone, wallpaper that’s quitting one square foot at a time, furniture that's seen more life than Keith Richards, a leaky shower head with commitment issues, carpets that are giving "DIY tripping hazard," and mirrors so warped I thought I’d entered a funhouse.
But hey—if you're just looking for a place to sleep, don’t care about aesthetics, and have a fondness for retro decay, this place checks all the boxes. Just don’t expect it to check them with a working pen.
Nolan
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