eels Less Like a “Home Away from Home”—More Like a Corporate Break Room With a Bed
First impression walking in? I couldn’t tell if I was checking into a cozy retreat or a repurposed office suite. Not exactly the warm welcome I was hoping for.
Let’s talk about the king bed. You’d expect plush comfort, right? Nope. Instead, I was greeted by four of the tiniest pillows known to mankind. Like, decorative throw-pillow tiny. I asked for more and was told flatly, “there aren’t any.” Alright then.
Moving on to lighting… hoping to wind down for the evening with something soft and ambient? Dream on. Every single light in this place is a blinding fluorescent bulb straight out of a corporate office. Even the bathroom light felt like a retinal exam. I had to shower in the dark just to protect my eyes.
Speaking of the shower—sure, it’s spacious, but where do you put your stuff? Spoiler: you don’t. Only a tiny single ledge. I had to stash my soap and toiletries on the toilet because I refuse to set them on the shower floor like a barbarian.
Then came the final insult: lukewarm water. No, not by choice. The hot water is capped. A big, beautiful shower that looks like it belongs in a spa—and yet I had to shiver through the experience like I was in a high school gym locker room.
I’ve stayed in a lot of places over the years, but never one that felt so sterile, unwelcoming, and utterly unaccommodating. Asking for basic guest comfort like extra pillows? Apparently that’s too much. The vibe here