Okay, this is gonna sound paranoid, but I'm beginning to think that I'm being followed. Every time I stay in a middle of the road hotel, there's a long black hair in my bathtub. Should I be worried? The visit from my raven haired stalker aside, most everything about this place sucks. I had to crash here because I missed a connection, and didn't want to sleep at the airport. It was super that the guy at the front desk was so exceptionally surly when I checked in. Oh, and the location? Primo. It's a .5 mile walk to the nearest gas station... without a sidewalk. Of course, the reason I was out foraging is because the hotel restaurant closes at 11pm, has a shitty menu, and there is no restaurant alternative within walking distance after 10pm. My favorite part was the shuttle ride back to the airport in the morning. We left at 0600 sharp, just as promised. We got 4 or 5 minutes down the road, and the driver gets a phone call. He swings the bus around and goes BACK to the Doubletree to pick up a flight crew that was late for the shuttle. In case you need reminding, I landed in this godforsaken hellhole because my flight crew didn't see fit to turn around the plane and come pick ME up when I was delayed. I know the impulse to compare the two situations may not be the most mature, but I hope you'll understand why I was on the verge of filling that shuttle van to the brim with expletives. This place isn't worth the $66 bucks I paid. If you're standing in the airport trying to figure out where you're going to stay, keep looking. If you're my hair-leaving stalker and you're reading this, quit it. That's gross.
Choose the sentiment of this review?
Pick from:
[I] negative.
[II] positive.
[I]