First, let me say that the front desk people with whom I interacted were very gracious and kind, but this property is just horrendous.
We’re talking about Los Angeles, where room rates are through the roof and such things as aesthetics and personal security must often be sacrificed for affordability.
There are homeless encampments springing up around many parts of Los Angeles, and the area around this hotel is certainly no exception. Makeshift tents and human feces dot the sidewalks within half a block. I can not recommend venturing off property after dark.
If I owned the property, I would be embarrassed by the condition of the rooms. Based solely upon my room, it was fairly clean, the A/C worked fine and the bed was suitably comfortable. The rest of it, however, was like a frat house archetype. There were cigarette burns on the edges of one of the side cabinets, which accentuated the obvious absence of its drawer. Graffiti was painted on the inside of the one on the other side.
The cables for the TV and cable box were a snakelike mass, sagging down over the mirror. Years of dripping water have stained the tub, and the hot water tap in the sink had nearly nonexistent water pressure.
The battery had been removed from the smoke detector and I shudder to think of what lurked in the carpet.
It makes me uneasy to give such a poor rating. I do so only because, if it were my hotel, I’d want to know.
On the plus side, the gardenias at the bottom of the stairs smelled fabulous.
