Rodeway Inn

Ok so it’s the next morning and the honeymoon is over! Breakfast was to say at best sparse, watered down juice, cheap pastries cut in half and a waffle maker. Much to be desired. Room still decent but breakfast gets a 1 star. Guess you can’t expect too much for the price. I guess I’ll head over to the ihop

Blech.
I should have known this wasn’t going to be good when my reliable little Garmin GPS system couldn’t locate the address of this property. It’s like the GPS knew and was trying its best to steer me elsewhere.
This place looks like the spot you want to hit if you’re on the lam and want to lay low. Or you’re in act two of a slasher movie. I felt a little misled by the usually-​consistent «Comfort Inn» brand. This was no hotel. Exterior doors on the rooms (shouldn’t «hotels» have interior doors and «motels» have exterior ones?) and the furniture in the lobby looked like the furniture other hotels sold off at some yard sale.
After stripping the bed to check for bedbugs (no lie), I was prepared to tough it out and stay the night until I checked the bathroom. It was ghastly and I had to take a picture of it. Pardon me for leaving my shower shoes back at college. When I checked out mere minutes after checking in, of course the front desk clerk asked why. My answer was to show him the picture I took of the bathtub.
His response? «Yeah. There’s some wear and tear.»
Thanks to a Unilocaler’s recommendation, I immediately headed to the Best Western just a few yards down. It’s lovely.