Check-in was a breeze, and the front desk gal was an absolute delight—charming, efficient, and clearly winning at hospitality. First impressions of the king suite were great: stylish, modern, and freshly updated. Unfortunately, it also came with a side of “Eau de Pine-Sol” so intense it could qualify as a third guest.
We opened every window and door in a desperate attempt to air it out, but the scent stood its ground like a pine-scented fog of war. By bedtime, my sinuses were staging a protest, and the birthday getaway vibe had definitely taken a hit. The silver lining? By morning, we could breathe like humans again.
Now, about those windows: charming in theory, but none of them had screens. The bedroom window opened right onto a sidewalk, which meant a parade of passing strangers just a few feet away. With no A/C and a security risk that felt more “live stage performance” than “private suite,” we ended up sweating it out with the windows closed.
The bed also had... character. The headboard was completely detached from the wall, and according to my husband, his side of the bed offered a gentle downhill slope—ideal for sledding, not so much for sleeping.
All that said, I actually really like this place. It has great bones and a lot of potential. I’d absolutely come back, but next time I’ll book a second or third-floor room, and I’ll be calling ahead to make sure it doesn’t smell like a pine forest exploded indoors.
