If you’ve ever wanted to stay somewhere that combines a smoke lounge, a dog park, and a cheap perfume counter, this is your place.
Room #1 smelled like cigarettes and weed. We couldn’t even breathe, let alone sleep. With a child in tow, we were moved to Room #2—smaller, with sticky carpet and what looked like dog poop stains.
Room #3? Strong perfume scent (as if Febreze could erase sin), poop stains again, and damp, musty air that triggered my asthma. Every room came with a new surprise and not one of them was “clean.”
We were promised a call from a manager. Still waiting.
This stay was a three-room tour of discomfort, allergens, and mystery stains. Hilton should really consider rebranding this location as The Humid Inn: Where Feces Meet Febreze.