We arrived at dusk and the lobby was locked up tight. We had to check in through one of those one-foot square anti-robbery windows like they have in those porno-hotels (or so I am told!). The person peering out through the bullet-proof glass was caustic and tattooed to the extreme. Room #110 smelled of unpleasant human odors — seriously! The lonely cushioned chair had lost it’s cushion aspect decades ago — The floor was softer. At 2:30 in the morning, Carl, the night manager, called to say our luggage had just arrived and did we want to come and get it “or what?” Needless to say the breakfast was not an epicurean delight — If given to your pet, you could deservedly expect a deep growl !!! I just hope that someday I will be forgiven for having made such a terrible choice in accommodations… It nearly ruined our honeymoon!