Yorkshire Inn & Suites

Low rates for the town on a weekend night (less than $ 50 including tax). The front desk staff was extremely courteous and even seemed genuinely *enthusiastic* in greeting me when I walked in the door. That made me feel like I couldn’t do too badly here.
I was wrong. I probably should’ve just paid that extra $ 5 for another spot further up the road.
What the check-​in staff didn’t bother to mention is that the single rooms are all lined up in the viewless *basement*. What you see is NOT what you get. This isn’t just a two-​story motel, it’s a two-​story motel with a claustrophobia-​inducing basement corridor. In the dungeon-​like room, there’s a window that looks out to… a gutter. Had I been forewarned, I would have had the option to find a safer motel where I could keep an eye on my car full of heavy boxes which I was moving across the country and couldn’t very well completely unload for a single night’s stay. It really did NOT put me at ease that I couldn’t at least have a room adjacent to or overlooking the parking lot.
Plus, the steps littered with bug carcasses (little midwestern cockroaches?) wasn’t exactly reassuring.
The fake Christmas tree and poinsettia in the hallway would have been a quaint touch. Except it was August.
At least the room itself had clean, bug-​free surfaces, which is more than can be said for my previous stop. The room included a personal fridge, which is always nice. However, I gotta say, the cleaning staff still cut some corners… there was hair (not mine) on the furniture, and an old face towel behind the bed. The room smelled rather heavily of sweaty trucker. Or maybe it’s just old. I woke up with a lungful of stench, which was motivation to get the hell out of there and back on the road as quickly as possible!
So thanks to the Yorkshire Inn, I made pretty good time on the road that day.