Booked hotel direct 2 days prior to our stay. Wanted 1 king on 2nd floor and 1 king on 3rd floor. Was told they only had queens on the 2nd floor. Also that I would be charged regardless of whether I showed up or not. The person that took my booking made me feel that I was being a burden. Regardless, we arrived and were given 1queen and 1king on the 2nd floor. I indicated I had asked for 3rd floor and after some grumbling by the front desk, my room was changed. As for the queen room, it was for 2 people (seniors) and it had to be the tiniest in the place, even though I paid full price. Also, there is no help to get you bags up to the 2nd floor. However, loved the hotel!!!! And breakfast was great too. Other staff was very helpful and courteous. Maybe that 1 person I had to deal with won't be there.

We DROVE from North Florida to Colorado and Stayed in over 10 hotels. This hotel was amazing. The feel of the hotel, the people that work there, and all of the antiques were just perfect. The room was clean and felt so homey, even with the small shower, that we didnt mind one bit. We will be back. Thanks Everyone at the Delaware for making our trip so memorable. They even let me look at all the rooms before I chose the one I wanted to stay in. Love this place!!!

My daughter was married in Leadville on Sept. 17, and the Delaware Hotel played a major role in the celebration. We rented the entire hotel which gave us use of all guest rooms, the lobby, and the restaurant. Gail and her staff were more than accommodating and did a wonderful job to make our event special. Everyone from the front desk to the servers to the kitchen staff to housekeeping went above and beyond the call of duty to provide wonderful customer service. We couldn't have been more pleased with using the Delaware Hotel for our wedding venue.

I had read mixed revews about this place and after our night there, I can see why. I love old hotels and am fascinated by the peeling weathered paint on the outside window sills, the scrapes on the old bed and the ugly linoleum, popular in bygone days, in the bathroom. Our room on the thrid floor in the back was light and quiet and the pictures on the wall, straight out of a musty attic, were intriguing. It was difficult sitting up in bed to read or watch the TV, housed near the ceiling, as only three pillows were provided and the bed was an iron one with no backing to lean against, just uncomfortable rods. Down the hall was a room called the "library" though in it I saw only a few dozen paperbacks amid a jumble of antique furniture crammed against every wall. A sign proclaimed the room available to rent for special occasions, though no one in their right mind would consider this unless for an antique buyers meeting.

It's fun to stroll around in the middle of an historic town. One of the business proprietors claimed the owner of the Delaware was more interested in shopping than hosting, which, as we reallzed, seemed to be a succinct description. The fascinating, vertiginous-balconied Tabor Opera House, hosting Judy Coillins a block or so away and a genuine fire trap, got us thinking about exits: we saw ours was only a very narrow and steep stairs. My husband said that if a slow fat person were descending we'd be in trouble. So the next morning I found the stairs to the front of the building on the far end of our hallway and guess what? The door, which is a kind of emergency door similar to the ones in a school, was locked!

I'm glad this old Delaware is functioning and the owner deserves credit for that. It's clear that as hotel it needs the additonal income potential of the sale of furniture and if you are in the business you might well consider a stay here. My husband kept saying, "but there's no comfortable couch in the lobby." Yes, lots of chairs around dusty dining room tables that had once served a family but there was little emphasis on making the lobby a comfortable place as we realized when paring down our stuff to avoid heaving my heavy suitcase up the stairs (no elevator) that will keep an Olympic athelete in great condition, though I wonder what anyone with health problems must suffer at the 10,000 foot altitude. This hotel might also consider hiring or at least training a desk clerk that is more than merely perfunctory in his job especially when the tired guests are greeted with a bit of a confusing parking situation. Glad we didn't get there after dark. And oh yes, it seems quite over-priced as well.

In all, I wouldn't feel comfortable if I were traveling alone due to the lack of hospitality at the front desk but wouldn't mind staying there again if we absolutely had to. The interesting antiques are arranged in a haphazard, disparate mananer and one feels as a guest, definitely a part of this jumble to be warehoused. I don't think we'll be back. It's so reminescent of the jammed antique warehouses I've explored: it's the best (but only) warehouse I've ever slept in.