Microtel Inn

Nothing has changed that is described in the previous reviews. My wife and I came to visit family and this place had great prices, we now wish we would have paid more to stay at a better place. We went out and purchased a plug in an air freshener to mask the moldy and stale smell. The carpet was dirty, we also bought Lysol wipes and cleaned areas that was dirty. There is only an ice machine on the first floor, No coffee in the rooms and the breakfast is poor.

As we drove up to this establishment, I said, «Oh, this looks like a nice place! It looks new!» Upon further inspection (walking up to the entrance) my initial impression was but a pipe dream (pun intended). My first clue was a jacked — up car parked at the entrance, its bass thumping, with occupants who looked fresh out of the big house. Avoiding eye contact, we hurried in to register at the front desk. «Um, I need to run your card,» said the clerk. My boyfriend (who is a teddy bear) said, «I made this reservation two weeks ago and gave you my card number – you need it again?» Evidently they did due to some crazy snafu, so he gave the clerk (who was also doing laundry when we walked in) his card. They ran it. Again. Anyway… we get to the room. It smelled okay (I’m a freak when it comes to smells) but the room itself was so hideous it was laughable. My boyfriend’s daughters and I actually made a game of finding all the gross stuff in the room. Rotten food next to the heater. Brown slime in the bathroom corners. Cigarette burns on the bedding. Stains of an unknown origin on the window seat cushion and curtains. I could go on, but I figured the pictures could speak for themselves. By the way, we were charged for an extra night although we were a hundred miles away at a different motel. The manager seems to spend an inordinate amount of time online disputing dissatisfied customers’ reviews when he should be trying to improve this horrific place. Get with it Mr. Patel. Really.

My terrifyingly hot girlfriend and I stayed here while we were looking to move to North Carolina. I had my suspicions when we first drove up. I did not expect anything really considering the price. Well we didn’t get anything so I guess I was spot on.
Good golly Miss Molly what a dump! I wouldn’t let my dead pets stay here, let alone living creatures with functioning olfactory systems. I worked in EMS, for sometime and the hallway smelled like a dead body that had been covered up (poorly) with mothballs and elephant feces. The hallway carpet was utterly filthy and discolored, worn bare in spots and obviously stained with the tears of those who had chosen to spend the night here before us.
Upon entering the room, I believe the first thing I said with my perfectly formed, but brutally manly lips, was «Fuck This.» Yes, that was exactly it. The room had a greasy, moldy feel to it. I was hesitant to even pull back the sheets, but I did. Later that night after consuming quite a bit of Jameson’s and Old Meck, the room didn’t seem so terrifying,
In summation, don’t stay here. Its a vile, vomitous place, where apparently they keep dead bodies in the utility closets and vacuum the halls with barbed wire and broken glass. On a positive note, with the money you save staying here, you can afford to drink enough whiskey that you damage all your senses enough, not to mind it that much.