Ambassador Inn Albuquerque

Unless you fancy yourself the Ambassador of Crap, I can’t recommend staying here.
The sheets are made of paper; the blankets are cardboard; and the pillows are filled with sawdust. At least that’s what it feels like.
It was a sub-​freezing Albuquerque night when I stayed here. Even with my room’s heater on full blast all night, I couldn’t quite get it warm in my room, and the crumby bedding didn’t help.
I could forgive all that, however, if they were at least friendly.
As soon as I checked in, I asked about their internet. The old lady asked me: «What are you going to be doing on it?» And I paused because I’m thinking to myself: «That’s none of your damn business. Maybe I’m going write a shitty review for your hotel on Unilocal.»
As I’m standing there dumbstruck, she offers, «Are you just going to be checking email?»
I say, «Yes. Email.»
She says, «Good. You can’t download movies or music. We have had problems with people doing that.»
What? Seriously? Youtube has thrown a wrench into your internet? What year is this? There were like THREE guests in the hotel that night. How much bandwidth could my Netflix possibly take up? It was ludicrous. I have never been at a hotel that tried to dictate what I could do on the internet. So just to spite the old woman, I downloaded porn all night. You know. Just to get back at her and for no other reason.
The irony is then that for about 2 hours that evening, their internet went down. I called down to the desk and asked about it, and the rude man said: «Yes, there’s nothing I can do.» Well. Thank you sir.
The icing on the cake is that this place is in an area packed with cheap hotels; and among those hotels, this is one of the most expensive. No. I can’t think this place gives good value considering my experience. Any place that gives you the TV remote when you check in should be among the cheapest places you stay. And considering the empty parking lot, they should have been much more appreciative to their guests… or at least to me.