we were handed a key room 27 by the indians that spoke little english at the front desk of the Vikling Motel. as we approached the door, a 300 pound black man exited what was supposed to be our room. after exchanging confused looks, we returned to the front desk for a new room as the manager, who was creepily drinking a glass of milk, ran out and chased said black man down the road. luckily for us, we were standing in the office that was surrounded by bulletproof glass. then the manager came in and offered us room 26, next to the room with the mysterious black man. note of advice : dont cheap out on a fifty dollar hotel. especially this one. i would recommend this hotel only to a freind that i hate.
- Viking Hotel Detroit
