“I wouldn’t stay there again”
The spot was spot on for our need to hit the Riverwalk fast, and the lobby’s Reunion coffee shop was top‑tier. The mini‑fridge in the room was a cute touch. Cleanliness was solid, but the bathrooms looked ancient and worn. The “artwork” on our room’s wall—egg‑carton‑shaped cups screwed into plaster—was literally falling off, exposing the screws, and you could pull them straight out. The elevator doors were grimy, and the pool was a nightmare: only 4 feet deep, no visibility of our feet, and littered with dead skin and plenty of dead bugs. On a Sunday at six in the morning, jackhammers on the opposite side of the building woke us up.
Emily·昨日