Run down in an enjoyable way, if you're into urban decay and liminal spaces, or GenX and nostalgic for the hotels of your youth. I got a "built in the seventies, redecorated in the nineties" vibe, and it doesn't look like it's been touched since. The faded gold-plastic framed Picasso reprints everywhere date the property hilariously. It's saggy and creaky and weird and kind of fun, with surprisingly great beds! Sadly, if you're not on the top floor, there will be no sleep for you here. This is beyond hearing a stray step or thump. I could actually hear talking from upstairs, every step they took all night long, and many many other fun things! Yikes! I can only imagine that whatever insulation existent in the 70s is long gone, you can just hear every single thing from all sides, it's intense at night. Worse than any cheap motel I've ever visited and totally unexpected for what feels like a solid building. Crazily, the room doors are on pneumatic hinges that slam the doors shut incredibly hard, and these doors are heavy, we're talking the seventies here! So you'll hear that slamming all night long as well. This is an anything-but-sleep hotel, or for those who can zone out anything. But if you need rest, like I did, staying here will just piss you off. It's a shame, for it's mildewy charm. I'm sure it'll be razed and replaced with a high rise in a matter of 2-5 years, so catch it while you can if that's your thing!
