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| - Getting a flight and a room bundled for me and my girl turned out to make financial sense, as we had more money to try all the great food and drink in this town. That should be the priority of any trip in my book. At $85 bucks a night, I'm sure it was a steal for such a great location.
At certain moments, I loved the Indigo, and at other points I was frustrated and disappointed.
The best thing about this hotel was the location, hands-down. Although we were the only pedestrians in this whole friggin' city 95% of the time, we didn't care, because we walked everywhere and saved a fortune on cab fare. Within a mile radius, I bet there are over 100 restaurants and bars and Scottsdale Stadium.
The king-size bed was reasonably comfortable, but the lumpy pillows made it hard for me to sleep very well. Honestly, my head is a diva because it gets to sleep on nothing but goose down at home, so I can't expect the bomb pillows at $85 a night.
Noise turned out to be the biggest issue at pretty much every hour. Staying on the north wing of the hotel, we were fortunate enough to have the pool blaring Cat Stevens and Rod Stewart at 8:00 in the morning through the west window. The patio bar was about 10ft from that window and that stays open until 2 on the weekends.
Similarly, because of the open corridor on the east side of the room, we were able to hear the recycling and trash being being dumped at 7:00 AM, as well as deliveries on the loading dock.
The upstairs neighbors were keeping us up at all hours because of the hardwood floors they have.
So, when you add it up, that's no more than about 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep, when I went to bed at 4 with my upstairs neighbors. Unacceptable.
The next issue was with the housekeeping service. I don't know what trip she was on, but she refused to refill our toilet paper roll. We used most of the half-roll communist-block-grade single ply paper by the first morning, only to find that the paltry remains were left with no backup roll. Not to worry, we'll just transition into kleenex and surely get refilled on the second morning...wrong. She took the empty roll but didn't put a new one on there. WTF? I had to call the front desk and beg them for some mountain money. I thought they were supposed to come and fold it into a little triangle. What happened to that?
I give the pool 2 stars...in fact it could only be worse if it was 12" deep and filled with baby piss. But unfortunately, the 90 degree heating made it feel like piss, and the 5 foot depth was busch league. The location made it see sunshine from about 12-4 because of its small size, high walls and building surrounding it. Also, they only drop towels off once a day, so if you come later, you are likely to be assed-out of having a clean towel.
They are definitely understaffed in the bar, and I feel sorry for the bartender and the 40:1 customer to bartender ratio on a Friday afternoon. Also, it would be nice to have some tropically cocktails available...I mean doesn't it get 12 million degrees there in the summer? Some beer on tap would be nice as well, although I give them props for serving Peroni.
At the price, I guess we can't expect the Four Seasons, but it would be nice to sleep 6 hours and wipe my ass with impunity. I suppose I would stay there again if we could stay in an interior room and be freed from extreme ass rag rationing.
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