Oh, my sweet Madonna Inn. What has happened to ya, milady? Bedding was clean but the room still felt dirty with all the dust everywhere. I mean, holy moly, the tv remote was, like, sticky. Seems like becoming an “Instagram Hotel” has made them stop trying because me nearly everything everywhere (inside and out of the room) needs to be touched up.
Our room was next to a housekeeping closet so first thing in the morning we got to hear the staff talking like they were having a, “Who’s the loudest housekeeper?” contest for about 15 minutes. I hope the winner received a grandiose prize.
Curtains have been replaced with horizontal blinds that allow a lovely little peep show from outside of the room so we had to keep the lights off all night since, ya know, that’s creepy. The television lost signal overnight and wasn’t fixed by the time we checked out but who needs a tv when ya can take a shower with a psychotic shower head that squirts everywhere except on you.
We’ve been staying here for 10 years and will continue to do so because we’re sentimental little puppies but I miss getting cookies upon check-in and not feeling like I’m staying at a fancy Motel 6.
The gentleman who checked us in was super nice.