Where do I even begin? The room looked like it lost a fight with housekeeping. The pillows were dirty, which was exciting because we actually asked for extra pillows… and were told they had run out of pillows entirely. At a hotel. Bold strategy.
The ice bucket looked like it had seen things. The chair had cigarette burns in it, which really added to the aesthetic.
The washcloths came pre-loaded with mystery hairs, which I assume is a complimentary feature? Nothing says comfort like exfoliating with a stranger.
No iron in the room despite there being a clearly designated Iron Parking Spot on the wall, maybe it checked out early after seeing the pillows?
And let’s talk about breakfast. Room service is only available Monday through Friday. Because apparently no human being has ever consumed breakfast on a Saturday or Sunday
Toiletries? They generously provided three shampoos Not one. Not two. Three. Zero body wash. Zero conditioner. Just a full commitment to extremely clean hair and absolutely nothing else. I guess the plan was to wash my scalp repeatedly and let the rest of me figure it out. Conditioner? Apparently that’s a luxury upgrade.
Parking was also an adventure. I tried to grab something we forgot in the car and was denied like I was attempting a felony. To be fair, that part was technically our fault… but still, let me live.
Overall, if you’re into chaos, surprise textures, aggressive shampooing, and a full-scale pillow shortage crisis, this is your place.