Nyack Motor Lodge

Parking is easy and plentiful. At check in I believe they lost my reservation because the guy @ the front desk kept looking at my paper i brought along with info on it and asked me questions about when I booked it. Next since we were 1 of 6 cars in the entire parking lot OF COURSE we were put on the 2^nd floor LAST ONE to the right. The hallway was a wonderful aroma of marijuana emanating from the staff linen closet. The room appeared «ok» at first sight but the longer i settled in the more i saw much that was just plain unnecessary and laziness. I’ve taken several pictures to capture outlets, dirty box spring, chipped night stand and bathroom in need of some repair. I didnt capture any photos of the dirty hallway downstairs including ice machine, the horribly stained carpet in the hallway, the not too recently wiped dusty lamp shade by my bed and the stained drop ceiling in our room. Refrigerator and microwave in good condition (refrigerator unplugged when we first arrived???)

Never ever !!! Don’t go there !!! NOBODY!!! if You wanna sleep with cockroach and pay for a night go ahead I never been in a disappointing place like that

Yes, one word. A dump. Right in front of a large mall with Lord and Taylor. The motel could not have a better location to go to NYC in a short drive, but the place has stained carpets all over, the blankets are dirty, the main door to the room is loose, the bathroom door does not close well, and the bedspread of my non-​smoking room has a cigarette burn. Go figure.
It does have a fridge and a microwave, and plenty of hot water at great pressure.
The shower curtain must be from the 1950′ s and the towels are generous enough to dry a chihuahua.
What the hell, I survived, at $ 70 for two beds, but I didn’t touch anything that I really didn’t have to.
Will I go again? Heck yes, I am not rich. But please, PLEASE don’t make me!

Crashed here after spending the day shopping for some yard mulch. Staff were very friendly. Got a room for real cheaps. Asked the maid for about 12 towels… I’m a messy bather. Called the front desk a few times to ask for directions to the closest Lego store as well as some good diner. Bed was very comfy and watched a lot of Seinfeld on cable. Read a little of the Gideon book in the drawer. Fell asleep and woke up 10 min before checkout! Staff were fine and didn’t charge my chase liquid card any extra. Please support the motor lodge… And no it’s not a car repair shop!

I stayed here back in September and it was an average motor lodge experience. The 1 star is because I just called and they switched owners and NO LONGER ALLOW DOGS. Annoying!!! Their website also doesn’t work and nobody that worked there even knew if they had a website. Ridiculous. Thumbs down.

The first sign that this would not be a four star evening of luxury (or perhaps even a two star evening of low stress squalor) was when, after checking in, we drove over to where our room was, and as we got out of the car, the curtains in two different motel rooms parted as people looked out to see who was arriving. One only looked for a few seconds until our eyes met, but the other one upstairs surveyed our entire debarking procedure, expressionless, like we’d wandered into some lame low budget horror movie — an illusion that the run-​down motel sign aided.
Well, it’s not like it’s the first motel with hookers or drug dealers I’ve ever stayed at; it’s just that I would have preferred not to pay $ 70 for the privilege (and that’s with the $ 5 AAA discount). Needless to say, when we left to spend a few hours at a local friend’s house, all of our valuables went back into the car and came with us.
The comforter on one of our beds sported a fairly obvious spot of something nasty — not a stain, mind you, but an actual deposit of material on top of the fabric. It could have been conditioner, it could have been mustard, it could have been trucker spooge. There was a hair on my pillow when I pulled back the sheets. Back out to the car I went to bring in my sleeping bag and my own pillow.
Regardless of what you’re paying to stay the night in some crappy dump, there are a few things that are standard in any motel room, right? There will be towels. There will be an alarm clock. There will be soap and shampoo. Actually, back up a minute. Our room had no shampoo. I personally could have cared less, but my female companion was decidedly nonplussed. No problem, it must have just been an oversight. We’ll go back to the desk and let our friend behind the counter (shifty-​eyed greaseball in douchebag-​printed shirt straight out of Jersey Shore) know that we didn’t get any shampoo. Either they’ll just give us some, or if they’re really dicks, they’ll make us buy it… No dice. There is apparently no shampoo on the premises. We were instructed to go next door to the gas station in the morning, which actually involved trudging through foot-​deep snow past an abandoned gas station to the one that was open for business in order to purchase their only bottle of shampoo.
This was the only motel where I ever seriously considered taking down one of the drop ceiling tiles, crapping on it, and putting it back up. Next time I’ll just sleep in my car. But hey, if I’ve got a hankering for Oxy and/​or a beejer, I’ll know where to come.

Oh, no, no, no. Maybe it’s just my Indiana upbringing, but paying $ 70 for a dirty motel in which you fear for your life the entire night is not my idea of a bargain. I was dumped here after some «miscommunication» with some friends from New Jersey/​Valley Cottage at two in the morning.
Also, I found out that you have to be 23 to rent a room. I was two hours into my 23^rd birthday. Lucky me.