We went to Seattle for Labor Day Weekend 2002. As soon as we arrived at the Commodore, the tattooed and pierced heavy metal guy at the front desk did not have any record of our internet reservation, nor could he honor our confirmation number. The pictures and advertisements Commodore has in their website is a total lie! Please do not think of coming here unless you were so, so low in cash that you are in the throes of desperation. Unless you enjoy staying in a smelly, tiny room with dirty sheets, cigarette burned bed covers, please do not come here. We ran into a lot of strange characters in this motel (it's almost a welfare motel). I tell you I'm not a picky person since I've frequented hostels before, but this place is beyond hostels. I would have rather stayed in hostels. It's totally dirty. My friend got bed bugs after one night and I could not wait to leave it. We even had to change the light bulbs ourselves since there was no light in the room and the guy at the front desk would not do it. Talk about lousy service. Trust me, I'm writing this because I don't want anyone else to experience this. Even if you're a backpacker, don't even think of coming here.

Moreover, when we checked in, we discovered the sheets were soaking wet. I don't want to speculate why. On the second day, we were told that the housekeeping staff didn't come in that day, so a desk clerk had come around just to do "the bare minimum"... which apparently didn't include emptying the trash, providing new towels... or in fact anything at all. After that, a stack of library travel books and a journal disappeared from our room - who steals outdated travel books of their own city? The front desk gave us a card with a name of the manager, but whenever we called, he was conveniently not in. They promised us parking - they didn't say that it would be in a lot next door where you had to keep stuffing money into a box at all hours. The neighborhood was not good - many random people yelling at all hours. It's only good point was that is wasn't too far from Pike's place - but you had to go through an even sketchier neighborhood to get there.

i have never had such an unpleasant experience in my life and yes i'm oldish and have spent time in third world countries. we were put in a room with no t.v., no phone and a filthy bathtub. our room was right above the noisey pizza place and we were awake all night with the sounds of electric guitars, drums and screaming voices. i will never stay at the commodore again.