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| - You get what you pay for, simple as that.
We took a chance on The Flamingo last year because there weren't a ton of options within our budget for the 4th of July weekend. I'd read the reviews so had a pretty good idea of what to expect. My reasoning was that we wouldn't be spending a lot of time in the hotel room anyway, and for the price, the center-strip location would be hard to beat.
I should preface this by explaining I am not a prissy kind of girl, nor am I a germaphobe. We've stayed in some pretty seedy hotels before...and survived to tell about it. That being said, this was one of our more cringe-inducing experiences.
Before going up to our room (which was one of the standard, outdated ones...not a modernized Go room, or whatever they're called), we asked whether we had any upgrade options, but were told that because of the holiday weekend, everything was booked. We had very low expectations so made our way up to the room with hopeful optimism. What greeted us in the hallway right outside our door was a pile of garbage and used tampons. Yes, tampons. Used. But I reasoned that maybe housekeeping had had an unfortunate trash bin overflow or something. Who knows. Anyway. Then we went into our room and found it to be just sort of smelly and gross. My husband pointed out the mystery stains all over the carpet, but that really didn't faze me. What did turn my stomach was what looked to be (excuse me while I gag...) poop smears above the headboard and on the ceiling above the bed. Alright, so admittedly we didn't conduct a smell test or whip out our chemical analysis kit and therefore can't say with a hundred percent certainty that it was, in fact, poop. But it was suspiciously disgusting. After being told there weren't any other available rooms, we had little choice but to tough it out and just keep from touching...well, anything. Our plan was to dump our stuff and just get the heck out of there. As I freshened up in the bathroom, my gaze cautiously made its way up to the ceiling overhead, but by that point I wasn't all that surprised to see it was covered (covered!) with what looked like pubic hairs. Ewwwww. Again, I can't say for sure that my untrained eye would be able to discern the difference between leg hair, armpit hair, chest hair, or whatever...but you get the idea. It was grotesque. Not to mention puzzling.
Our stay wasn't all bad. My husband took it upon himself to talk to management and ended up getting us moved to a mini-suite, which was far from luxurious but a definite step up. Clean, at least. And spacious. (Interesting that they were able to find a room when they had been "completely booked" earlier...but I digress.) In both rooms, you could hear the music from the pool really loudly. I'd suggest earplugs if you plan to sleep in past 9 or 10am. The 21-and-over pool was awesome, we spent a lot of hours there. We don't gamble so I can't say whether the casino was good or bad. There weren't a ton of restaurant options within the hotel, so for meals and clubs, we ventured elsewhere. As I recall, there wasn't a resort fee like at other hotels on the strip. And parking was free. Wi-fi was like $14 a day.
Would I stay here again? Hmmmm. The location really was convenient. And the pool was almost good enough to persuade me, despite all the other negatives. I don't know, maybe, we'll see. I can't say I'd recommend this hotel, but if you do decide to stay here, it's probably worth the added expense to upgrade to a Go room. Good luck...you may need it!
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