⭐ 1/5 — Hilton or HELLton? You decide.
Checked into the Hilton expecting a little bit of luxury… instead, I think I accidentally booked a room on the set of a post-apocalyptic movie.
First impression? Someone’s car window looked like it lost a bar fight. Glass glittering all over the parking lot — very festive, if you're into urban decay aesthetics.
Tried to take the elevator, but only one worked. The other must’ve retired early. So we played a fun game of “Elevator Roulette” every time we wanted to go anywhere.
Made it to the second floor where the hallway A/C decided to quit life. It was hotter than a Florida summer in a sauna wearing a parka.
Got to our room and thought, “Finally, peace!” …Wrong. The A/C unit inside the room sounds like a 747 preparing for takeoff. I'm pretty sure it's trying to achieve flight.
Tried to shower the stress away, but somehow the bathroom floods like a busted aquarium and the water goes on a magical journey — through the bathroom, across the room, and almost into the hallway. I guess it's part of the Hilton waterpark experience?
And the bed? Imagine a slab of concrete wrapped in a sheet. I’ve had softer naps on a pile of bricks. Hilton, if this is your version of “firm support,” I think I need a chiropractor.
Overall, 10/10 would recommend… if you’re into mystery puddles, airport soundtracks, and beds that double as medieval torture devices.