It’s definitely an older hotel—not that age should matter if it’s well maintained, but unfortunately, it’s not. The lobby is beautiful, but the elevators were a different story. The one from the garage and the one to my room were both slow and felt rocky. At one point, I tried to take the stairs and was scared out of my mind because they just kept going… and going… even after I thought I’d reached the lobby floor. There wasn’t even a door clearly labeled as such.
The smoke alarm in the room next to mine kept going off all night, so I couldn’t sleep. When I woke up, all I wanted was a latte—but of course, the woman at the hotel “coffee shop” had a sign that said “No steamed drinks.” When I asked her to clarify, she looked at me like I was the problem. Like, girl… go home. You’re literally working at a coffee shop, how do you have no steamed drinks bro?
That said, I did have some pleasant experiences with the staff—the man who checked me in and the woman working the front desk with him were both very kind.