... The lady at the desk was good. She deserves no recrimination, even if she owns the property.
The place is dingy. I was given a room in a dismal dark corridor. The towels were stained, one with someone's blood. There is no laundry, but a good laundromat a few blocks away sufficed. No breakfast, no coffee, and no good place to get a coffee nearby.
Drapes and window open; that is my way. But it's very wierd there. Not uncomfortably so, until evening, and bright security lights shine in. But the drapes were good.
The tap water is so foul, that I had to use bottled water to brush my teeth. Don't open your mouth in the shower. Rusty pipes, at least. It's visibly brown.
Headboard of the bed is fake; just a piece of wood mounted above the head of the bed. Mounted not straight, in my room. Slapdash.
Other places in the room. Something is screwed into the wall, and there are five other screw-holes where they screwed it up, and didn't bother to spackle.
Strange.
I won't be back, and do not hesitate to dis-recommend.
Sorry, lady at the desk. I know you guys are trying, in trying times.
