Room reeked of cigarettes. Electrical outlets were loose and flaky, as was the wifi.
Breakfast was all meat as hotels are prone to doing. I tried to ask the lackey on duty what the hash browns were cooked in, he said they were in back and not available. When I was standing directly in front of them. The chef appeared and told me they were cooked in butter -- sigh. He asked what I needed and made us up a batch in vegetable oil.
At checkin Wilford Brimley told us we were on the first floor. We were in fact on the fourth.
On at least one occasion the elevator was goofy and I had to walk down.
The walls are paper thin. This is an atrium style property, the koi pond, waterfall, and podocarpus / cryptomeria were nice I guess though the latter are unhealthy.
The bathroom sported only a shower - no tub. We had to take our son to the Sheraton to bathe him.
The hot tub was at best a lukewarm tub.
Meh. Best thing I can say is that the room had a fridge and microwave.