In addition to being in a neighborhood that reflects deep American poverty, the word that would best define it is dirty. Everything is dirty, the room, the bathroom, the entrance staircase... When I arrived and was shown to my room, the smell of cigarettes and the smell of people who had previously occupied the room filled the room as soon as the door was opened. After seeing a second room, smelling of weed this time, I was offered a third without the smell of cigarettes or weed, but dirty... The manager had taken the time to take the toilet spray to perfume the room when I was waiting at the hotel entrance. The sheets, towels, table and sink were dirty (traces of mascara, pantyhose, etc.). As for the floor, it deserves a paragraph of its own (sticky enough to hold your best posters for the next decade). I was initially refused breakfast, even though it was included in the price, because “there are fewer people than last week”. I insisted and got a reheated coffee, probably from the week before. On the day of departure, I asked for my bag to be kept for the day, and was asked to pay $20. It was too much! I refused and expressed my dissatisfaction with the stay. He agreed to keep my bag free of charge on condition that I didn't write any negative comments, “that's up to you”, I was told.
As a result, this hotel fits in perfectly with its surroundings and the people who live there. Tourists, it is to be avoided absolutely, as is the neighborhood.
