Hi-Ho Motel

Terrible management and customer service. Kitschy décor and poor amenities. Wifi is unreliable (I was working and this seriously slowed me down). They essentially took a cheap motel off the side of a highway, threw some ikea furniture and hung some Andy Warhol photos and charge 4 times the price. The second time I reserved a room, the roads in NY state were closed due to inclement weather changes (so I could not physically get there) and the manager refused to refund my fully paid deposit. Unethical management is not some place that should be supported.

The entire facility has been renovated and it has a fresh, modern vibe. The rooms are upscale and clean with nice amenities including a Nescafe machine, bottled water and gorgeous bathrooms. Breakfast was included and there was wine & cheese in the evening. The location is super-​convenient and the restaurant in the same facility (Barcelona) is amazing. It’s still a «motel,» so no lobby and the rooms all open to the outside … but it is a very top-​notch hotel. I would recommend this to anyone visiting from out of town.

Me and my boyfriend thought the Hi Ho Motel looked fun and though we’d check it out. We read some pretty horrible reviews so we decided to stop by and ask to see one of their rooms before booking for a night’s stay. We waited in the empty lobby until a man and a woman came by and asked if we needed help. When we said we were interested in a room they said there weren’t any available, they were renovating. We said it never said that on the website. The man said, we just found out.
It all felt very odd and shady. We couldn’t figure out what was going on. Maybe they found bed bugs or got shut down. The way the two people were behaving was 100% off. Creepy experience. I am curious to see why becomes of the place.

Well, it’s hard to pick a low point from our forced stay at the Hi-​Ho. Maybe it was the front desk dude wearing sweatpants and quite possibly masturbating when we first knocked on the door. Maybe it was the overwhelming smell of ammonia, mixed with vomit. Maybe it was the mysterious wet spot in front of the couch that left my wife’s socks stained brown. Maybe it was the prostitutes in the parking lot. It could have even been the creepy bartender who was happy serving his creepy friends, but angrily told us ‘LAST CALL.’ at 11:17 in the evening.
I can’t rightly say what is wrong with this place, but I can tell you that I don’t think it’s unfair to say that every second of our stay here was secretly video taped. This place is like a fucking horror movie. In fact, if they would bill themselves as a David Lynch Themed motel, they would triple their profits in a week.
Don’t stay here though. With the benefit of hind sight, I would have just continued driving until dawn.