What’s the worst part of going to a hotel: the shitty views, the over-priced room service, or the towels you get billed for taking? Now imagine that this hotel is nowhere near any attractions or great shopping.. Got it? Good….The image that should be coming to mind is some random ass hotel that you find in a small town or on the side of the road where a guy loves his mom a tad too much.
This image could also be said about hospitals. Except the maids (or in this case nurses) come in even when the Do Not Disturb sign is on the door. Also the walls are a frightening shade of beige and the art is even worse (“One does want a hint of color…”)
The schadenfreude of the weekend has been that this time it was not my turn to make a reservation at a sterile stay away; it was my dad’s. Saturday through today has been a medical version of Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. Luckily, his surgery went well and his medical happy hour with 2-4-1 cocktails have kept him pretty content.
All in all, I’d leave a Yelp review for this establishment: 2.5/5 stars. My reason for complaint? They skimped on the peanuts and the whole place smelt of death.