The Mammoth Inn

“Nice quiet place, simple layout. Easy drive into town.”

This cool little spot sits just off the main road outside town, and I snagged a front‑row parking spot that was a nice perk. The place feels more like a hostel or small inn, making it ideal for a young couple or a traveler on the go. Checking in was straightforward, though there was no on‑site staff. I felt the price was a bit high for what you get, but it’s a for‑profit business, so that’s their call.

Tim·Il y a 2 mois

“Elevated hostel stay if your used to being homeless and don't mind being your own hotel security.”

Check‑in was a breeze, and the room matched the photos—clean, with a big tub and endless hot water. However, if you’re curious about sleeping in a cardboard‑filled, dog‑packed space with a dozen other people, this is it. The aesthetic screams “comfort economy.” Sound travels like a philharmonic: thin walls, hardwood floors, hollow‑core doors, gaps under every door. You’ll know every guest’s comings and goings—conversations crystal clear, footsteps surround‑sound, door slams jump‑out‑of‑your‑skin even with earplugs. It only works if everyone is considerate, and we rolled snake eyes. Both nights featured 2 a.m. wake‑up calls. Night 1: door slamming, stomping, TikTok at full volume, and someone smoking outside our open window. Later, someone screamed “Help, help!”—which turned out to be less of an emergency and more recreational enthusiasm. We called management; they reviewed cameras, gave a “firm talking to,” and told us they’re available by phone until 1 a.m. After that, we had to call the police ourselves. Nothing says relaxing getaway like being deputized as overnight security. Night 2: a 2 a.m. encore with prolific barfing and drunken attempts to seduce women. We heard everything, because you hear everything. As for the “Bed and Breakfast” part, we chose this place because breakfast sounded charming—especially at $600 a night. What we got was hardly food. It was a 7‑Eleven survival kit: shelf‑stable vanilla milk, Frosted Flakes, and an oily Danish of indeterminate age. It’s what you’d find if you were foraging abandoned buildings post‑apocalypse. Everyone before us passed it up. Most guests were polite, the yippy dog respected quiet hours, and management tried from afar. But with this little sound insulation, if anyone talks loudly, walks heavily, or makes post‑midnight life choices… you’ll know. With no 24‑hour guest support, guests are simply at the mercy of the other guests.

Christina·Il y a 8 mois

I didn’t even stay there because they wouldn’t accept our stay

Jaime·Il y a 9 mois

“Briefe”

The location was fine, but the owner entered the home without permission, assuming no one was home, which is unacceptable.

Theo·Il y a 10 mois

“Great location for a weekend”

The location is great, and the place is simple but cozy. We liked the setting. When they say “Breakfast in room,” you expect more than coffee and a cereal bar—better say no breakfast. The bathroom smelled like sewage when we turned on the shower. The mattress was uncomfortable after more than two nights, and the springs made noise.

Fabiana·Il y a un an