If you're in the market for a no-frills crash pad, look no further than this joint. The staff earns top marks for their warmth and willingness to lend a hand.
Breakfast buffs, brace yourselves: the continental spread resembles a snooze button – plain bagels and cereal reign supreme. For a more electrifying culinary adventure, the gas station down the street might just be your ticket to morning glory. Even the vending machine there boasts more culinary charisma.
Now, onto the olfactory adventures: while our hallway occasionally wafted the aromas of tobacco and the green stuff, our sanctuaries remained blissfully odor-free. However, the neighboring event hall proved to be an unexpected nocturnal symphony, with bass beats vibrating through our walls like a heartbeat on steroids.
In sum, this establishment fulfilled its bare necessities, but consider our compass calibrated elsewhere for future stays.