Do NOT stay here. I got to the hotel at noon only to find a sign on the front desk door telling me the "staff" was out to lunch. When I called the contact number, the "manager" told me she wouldn't be back for "at least another hour." So I sat in the parking lot. Alone. In the Orlando heat. To make a long story short, I finally got checked in (the manager/front desk girl -name rhymes with Gessica- had gold grills, which should've been a huge warning sign) I pull back the bed sheets, and there's a dead bug on my pillow. In addition to the stench of the room. I ran out of there and never looked back.
- Club Orlando
