John M.
1/5
I've reached out to the corporate office in regards to this location. I've written a comical review but the reality is extremely concerning. The message that I've sent to corporate, and will continue to follow up on, only discusses the direct facts of what occured, and didn't even address the staff. But for my own therapeutic response I created this more fun version (still accurate) of my experience. Seriously though, don't stay here the potential for death and disease is higher then other places. You can find specific examples in local news reports that you can find online.
If you're looking for an unforgettable hotel experienceâemphasis on the unâthis Red Roof Inn is calling your name. It all started innocently enough. From the outside, it looked like a fairly decent spot, maybe even charming in a "roadside Americana" kind of way. Sure, I thought it was a bit odd that no one was working until 3 p.m., but hey, maybe they were hosting an underground siesta competition. I can roll with it.
I return later to a lobby full of peopleâso far, so normal, right? Speed, however, was not on the menu. After watching what I can only describe as the slowest human movements ever recorded, I waited 45 minutes for my turn, getting skipped over multiple times like I was a background character in my own life. But fine, whatever.
Finally, I get a room. Or so I thought. The door was more stubborn than a mule on a hot day. After some wrestling, we manage to pry it open, and let me tell youâI was amazed. Where there should have been a TV, there was instead a gaping hole to remind me of better days. The AC unit had taken a permanent vacation, and the sink? It just didnât show up to work. But hey, they did provide a box spring mattressâno sheets, no bedding, just a raw mattress like it was auditioning for a survivalist challenge. Oh, and letâs not forget my unexpected roommates: the cockroaches, who had claimed the shower as their personal resort.
I go back to the front desk, and they kindly offer to switch rooms. At this point, I'm on my phone desperately trying to book another hotel. But just for fun, I decide to check out the other room they have in store for me. Well, guess what? The door wouldnât open. Why, you ask? Oh, just a casual barricade of furniture blocking it from the inside. The window was wide open, so I got a clear view of the DIY fortress. I'm starting to think this place has a secret escape room theme.
The staff, probably used to this circus, graciously offered me a refund. Honestly, I feel bad for them. Theyâre like the underpaid actors in this horror movie, dealing with a never-ending stream of complaints. Itâs probably why they were so indifferent; you can only smile through so much chaos before you crack.
Bottom line: donât go to this place unless youâre training for a survival reality show. Trust me, your health (and sanity) will thank you.