, where do i even start with this hotel? staying here was like starring in a horror movie, but without the popcorn. first off, the room was so small i had to step outside to change my mind. the bed felt like it was stuffed with bricks, and i swear the pillows were made of concrete. i woke up more tired than a sloth running a marathon. the bathroom? let's just say i've seen cleaner gas station restrooms. the shower had two settings: ice age and boiling lava. and the towels were so scratchy, i thought they were auditioning for a role as sandpaper. as for the staff, they must have been trained at the "school of indifference." asking for help was like pulling teeth, and getting a smile was as rare as a solar eclipse. the cherry on top? the "continental breakfast" was a stale muffin and coffee that tasted like it was brewed in the stone age. in short, if you’re looking for a place to stay, keep looking. this hotel is a comedy of errors, but trust me, you won't be laughing.