![]() (I usually don't take photos, but this turned my stomach so much that I had to record the scale of The debris). Somehow the lobby became a dumping ground-and evidently this was of concern to no one. Checkout rounded out my rather sad experience at this forlorn little hostel. ![]() Burnt popcorn again? My money was on the guy who was toting all of those pots and pans. Residents gathered outside, talking, smoking, and taking bets on what was the cause of the conflagration. A full-scale evacuation of the building ensued. Wow-talk about airing your dirty laundry in public!!!! On my first morning there the fire sirens started blaring promptly at about 10 am. Speaking of towels-I guess hotels are going the way of the airlines these days, in that you now have to pay extra for different "levels of housekeeping service?!!!" Evidently I was flying economy the helpful little folder that came with my keycard said that I would NOT get daily housekeeping service unless I requested it, however I could "exchange my towels for fresh ones at the front desk on a daily basis" if I cared to. The bathtub floor was EXTREMELY SLIPPERY-to the point that i had to put a towel down in the tub so that I wouldn't fall on my *** every time I took a shower. Bleh.The toilet flushed whenever it felt like it. Thank goodness this traveler always carries Lysol!!! But even a three-day regimen didn't completely kill the must. As he was trying to check in they all came clattering to the ground. In front of me at checkin was a man with about 50 plastic bags full of pots and pans, dishes, foodstuffs, etc. Here's your key card, good bye and good riddance. Check-in itself did nothing to lift my spirits after such exertion. There is no driveway up to the "office," and the parking lot is VERY poorly lit, so for a handicapped individual like myself navigating a path to the office for check-in, THEN back out to the car for Luggage, THEN back to the hotel was a frustrating experience, to say the least. Outside parking isn't much better-think Matchbook-style parking. The parking lot seems to have been design by the person responsible for the layout of the majority of NJ's highway's-spaces are Willy-nilly, some covered parking exists if you are fearless enough to drive over formidable concrete humps and brace razor-thin margins between the garage walls and your next-door neighbor. A strange little hotel off of a foreboding service in the middle of the Meadowlands swamp, infamous resting final resting place of many a Mob hit. The bathtub floor was EXTREMELY SLIPPERY-to the point that i had. There is no driveway up to the "office," and the parking lot is VERY poorly lit, so for a handicapped individual like myself navigating a path to the office for check-in, THEN back out to the car for Luggage, THEN back to the hotel was a frustrating experience, to say the least.Ĭheck-in itself did nothing to lift my spirits after such exertion. ![]() ![]()
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