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| - Reading the other reviews, well....I spoze' I can just bout' agree with all of the 1 and 2 star reviews.
Being a native of Naw'lins myself (how us Southern folk say New Orleans) and having had the absolute DIS-pleasure of staying overnight at this juke joint, puh-leeeze accept my official testimony to this place being a complete disgrace to the French Quarter!!!
I mean, my stay here was by no means recent.... and nowadays I reckon' I know better, but ever so often while sippin my Moonshine, I can't help but ponder on my "less fortunate" times in life, whereas I was living paycheck to penny and I was all the more required to book a room at this hostile.
Like most...... I was attracted to the "off Strip location",... thinking I could get away with shuttling my rides to and from The Strip.
HuNNNie - take it for what it's worth (and in this case.....not all that much), but the very LAST thing you wanna do when it's hotter than Lucifer's pitchfork outside ....is wait for a ride within the just as scorching desert heat.
I know' whachur' thankin'....
"This place probably boasts the lowest fares in town", yet..... Mama' once taught me that,....... "Skeeter (that's what she calls me....), ....good things often come with a hefty price tag." That's why I know better and take my monies elsewhere these days.
Trottin' in, if you can make it past the stench of cancer sticks then you're a lucky one. Trekkin' to the front desk, when they're not losing your reservation, they're trying to make up for it with breakfast buffet vouchers and insincere apologies.
Nice try yall'.
I can't be bought by burnt biscuits and lumpy gravy.
Thankin' back,....
I was advised upon "checking in" that they had a full house that night. How that applied to me, I haven't the vaguest clue.
It makes matters all the more worse that I had to get uhm.....(let's go with) "ethnic" ....just to ensure my reservation was located as they somehow developed amnesia when I handed them my confirmation.
Lawd......
Once I finally unpacked and thawt' I'd be able to submerge my azz onto the bed to get a bit of rest'tuh'sess, that sentiment was cut completely in half. With my neighbors in the room next to me snoring and carrying on.....,the only way that I could escape the sound of that "diesel truck", was to sleep in the tub.
(DeadDDD serious----)
...I even remember the walls to the doubled-bed room I'd reserved, (equipped with 2 comforter sets worn, withered and reeking of stale cigar funk) ,...being so paper thin that we could hear a rat peeing on cotton.
Let me just say, I was ready to check out no sooner than we'd checked in.......
And I won't even go into how the a/c had a mind of its own and similar to most folk' form Lew'zanna, .....would work if AND when it saw fit. The televisions seemed to be something out of a black and white film. Let's just say that flat screens at this place are an unspoken thought. I swear it was like I stepped directly back in time.
Had I looked up and seen "Misstuh" from "The Color Purple" or "Miss Celie" scrambling eggs, well,... I'm sure yall' get the point.
I dunno.....
Perhaps an ambiance encompassing archaic technology is what attracts some folks. "Not I", said the duck! I've never been into shabby chic and prefer my steaks medium rare. Yes, I realize they have gamblin', bowlin' and booze.....TRUST ME. It's just a distraction to lure in the unsuspecting!!!!
- - - Stay here again??? Heck to the nawl'!
In the words of that insurance commercial, "I can't take this ride.".
Until Katrina makes her way back and hits this hotel with winds equivalent to a tropical storm all the while performing a much overdue sweep through to make way for some serious upgrades and revamping, well.......,I'll just hafta take my chances sleeping inside the car-
Humph.
Mardi Gras my azz.
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