I walked in to my "non-smoking" room the first time. This was after the ADA VERY unfriendly having to go up half a flight of stairs to get to the steps to go downstairs to my first floor room. The hallway reeked. Entering my room, the stench of cigar/weed smoke hit me. I was too exhausted to go stand and wait for the manager to show up. I was able to get to the manager the next day to be told that not only were they working on the wi-fi, which never worked my whole stay, but they were fully booked and I could check out and lose the rest of my payment, and go find somewhere else to stay, or suck it up. I got candles. The roaches and spiders were fun. The broken lamps, trash everywhere, sagging ceilings, a rusted microwave and holes in the walls. I think someone may have cleaned the carpet in the hallway in 1979. The security door was broken, so anyone could walk in the back door. They had obviously ordered some materials to replace stuff inside, which they promptly left in the parking lot. In the rain. To rot.
