Room reeked of cigarettes, my clothes smelled of cigarettes on the ride home after subjecting them to the rank air of the motel room. There were cigarette burns on every surface, burns on the floor, burns on the bathtub, burns on the counters... there were lewd messages and images drawn in sharpie behind the bathroom door, which although gives the place its only semblance of "charm", was not really what I was expecting. Every hint of smoke my nose has encountered since my stay sends me right back to that hotel room. It wasn't all negative, though. All of the employees I spoke to were exceptionally sweet and thoughtful. It's not really their fault that the previous patrons of my room were less than savory.