We were on vacation just after Christmas in 2011. I think our room number was 317 or 307? Terrible awful room. Last one on the parking lot side down by the elevator, third floor. By the way, the room numbers are written in Sharpie on tape on each door. That should've been my first clue, as if the torn up, worn, mismatched black and roses carpet from Hell in the hallways wasn't enough of a sign.
The place was definitely ON the beach (not that you can tell at 11pm) and we got the last room… I think it was last for a reason. The overall decor was Victorian and looked like it was actually decorated IN that era and hadn't changed since. The bed was a double… as in Victorian-era full size, so my bf's feet hung over the end and neither of us moved all night for fear of rolling out. The bathroom had rust around the air intake and cobwebs in the closet. (Part of the Victorian decor?) The toilet paper was just sitting on the back of the toilet because the holder was half missing, and there was no shower curtain at all (an empty bracket for the bar was to one side). It did have an enormous tub with jets, but the jets were completely yellow and there was no stopper for the drain so that was kind of pointless. I guess they figured there was no need for a shower curtain if the tub was that big? The maid probably found out differently in the morning. Marble floors are not friendly to bare feet when wet and freezing either, no matter how nice they would've looked had they been installed properly. Baseboards were coming off the vanity, wallpaper in the bedroom was peeling, and the mini blinds were broken. (I'm sure they'd never heard of blackout curtains, being Victorian and all.) Did I mention there was no heat save for the two Walmart space heaters? One of which kept giving the "I've been knocked over buzz" even tho it wasn't, until we finally gave up and turned it off. The other heater we had to wedge the room key and a couple other things into to get it quiet enough to sleep. You could've killed someone with the 32" CRT TV precariously balanced on the marble-topped dresser (one of THREE dressers crammed into the room with a small beat up old desk, no wonder the bed was so small). I had a suspicion we might have been given the storage space for the night.
We hoped the continental breakfast would make up for it in the morning, but when we got up at 8am and went to the second floor, they had half a dozen pastries that looked like leftovers from two days ago and a vat of OJ and some coffee. That was pretty much it. There were flies hovering in the hall and around the food since all the windows were open with no screens. We ate at Carrows up the street. Could be the cross country biking team of like 20-30 people had gotten ahead of us because they were all outside suiting up in the parking lot when we left, but you couldn't drag me back to that place for all the tea in China. I like an adventure, but at $70/night that's a little TOO much adventure for me. I don't care if it IS right on the beach, I'll stay inland in a nice place over that anytime. I can't believe the owners would even rent that room out! I guess if you're desperate for location you could deal with it, but trust me, the beach and ocean will be there when you drive up in the morning.
Room Tip: NOT third floor, parking lot side by the elevator!! 307? I can't remember the number.
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