I have stayed in this hotel three times in the last 30 years. In Florida, most of us fumigate our homes for termites every decade or so, and must vacate them for several days. Each time, me and my pets decamp to the Tahitian Inn. This will be the last time.
It used to be a lovely local boutique hotel. Simple but comfortable, clean, friendly, safe. It is now a poor facsimile of a fleabag motel. What reports to be a suite is actually a room with a decrepit whicker chair, desk and hard chair, a decent microwave and small fridge. But there is no couch, no separate room—and the mattress feels like little more than a hammock. The bed linens were lovely.
However, the towels were threadbare, and the shower curtain barely touched the edge of the bathtub so that every drop of shower water ended up on the bathroom floor.
There is no ice machine anywhere in the main building.But one is by the motel-like outside rooms which are populated by transient residents.
The A/C unit in my room was very loud and while cool, the room was more humid than outside. Everything felt slightly damp, including my hair and my dog.
They claim they are renovating. I saw no work happening, although much of the property is cordoned off. All but two staff members seemed slightly annoyed at all times. The restaurant in the hotel is a well-known breakfast spot. But it closes at 2 PM. The desk cannot seem to provide anything, not utensils, a napkin, an extra trash bag. Which seems strangely unhelpful.
