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| - The Plaza. The Newly-Renovated Plaza, which is orders of magnitude better than the old Plaza.
The good:
* The rooms are nice and spacious. They apparently bought all of the furniture from a LV hotel project that went bankrupt, so it's really classy and nice.
* The bathrooms are very small, but clean and tastefully done.
* I had a great view of Fremont Street.
The bad:
* Resort fee. Really? A freaking resort fee? C'mon, man. Just add that into the price of the room, already. This ain't the Wynn.
* The AC unit is so freaking loud I couldn't talk to my wife across the room without shouting.
* The safe was busted. Didn't work. Think the battery was dead. Didn't bother to fix it because we were only there one night.
* Security out in the front driveway was rude. There's a difference between: "Sir, can you please move your car up towards the end of the driveway so we can keep this area clear" and "Hey. You can't park there. Move your car up over there."
* There weren't enough outlets. I've got a laptop and a couple of cell chargers. At least have one plug available somewhere.
* There was no towel rack in the bathroom or soap dish in the shower. They didn't give you any little shampoo bottles or anything like that either.
* Why would you go through all of the trouble to renovate your rooms and then leave the busted-ass, dented, crappy, no-finish-left-on-them door handles that have been there since 1930?
The ugly:
* The parking garage elevators look like they came straight from some bombed-out building in Iraq. A couple coats of paint to get rid of the graffiti in the parking garage wouldn't hurt either.
* The hallways were dark and smelled of stale Rolling Rock and skunk. Pipe some freaking air freshener in there already. Ugh.
This is my second time staying at the Plaza since they renovated. The service sucked ass the first time, and they don't seem to have improved much. The rooms are better than average for Fremont, but there are still better places to stay.
I'd stay at the Plaza again, but it's definitely not my first choice. Or my second.
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