First and foremost, the hotel staff initially gave me and my wife a room that was already occupied. When we opened the door, we were immediately hit by the strong smell of food—something like a hot plate and rice cooker cooking Asian cuisine. It seemed less like a hotel room and more like a crash pad.
There was garbage piled in the corner, open cases of food, leftovers still in grocery bags, and stacks of single-use plates. Clothes were laid out on one of the beds. Strangely, the beds looked untouched or already made, and there was even a fully assembled baby crib. It was around 10:00 p.m., and we were understandably confused and concerned by the situation.
The front desk gave us another room, but when we got to the third floor, things didn’t improve. People were loudly socializing in the hallway with doors wide open—even though it was late. It felt like they had taken over the entire floor, talking and laughing well into the night without any regard for other guests.
Overall, the entire experience was unsettling and unprofessional. It didn’t feel like a safe or well-managed place to stay.
