If this hotel was a band, they'd make Nickelback and Creed sound good...great...GODLY!!
Your experience may vary, but the distance covered from leaving the front office to getting to my room felt like running a gauntlet manned by the seediest elements of society. Drug dealers, pimps, prostitutes, and the like all call this place home.
Open the door. Flip the light switch. Experience a torrent of nausea, regret, stupor, and disbelief. The room looked like it came from a "B-movie" horror set. It didn't seem real. The floor had pervasive water-stains, which would have been more noticeable if more than two bulbs weren't burned out. Neither bed was comfortable, and closer inspection revealed that one of the box springs was labeled "Days Inn", the other came from a Motel 8. The mattresses origin remains a mystery. In any case, both the box springs and mattress were stained from God-only-knows. Walking towards the bathroom, there was a very odd soft spot in the floor, despite the fact it was on ground level. The mini-fridge was broken; opening it was like getting punched right in the nose by a stinky fist of yesteryear. And then there was the bathroom...the fan had fallen out of the ceiling and was dangling by the electrical wire that powered it. The floor looked dirty, and the shower walls were coated in a film of sadness. The shower was so vile that I'd sooner go snorkeling at the waste-water treatment plant than take a shower barefooted at ABVI.
ABVI should be on Fear Factor. It should be on the receiving end of a J-DAM strike. It should not on your list for lodging.
