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| - To be fair, I should say that we got one hell of a deal when we stayed here 2 years ago. I think we paid something like $80 per night, and we were informed that the hotel was under construction before we booked, so no surprise there.
First impression- the lobby is very visually appealing - not my style, as it's very mod, but nice nonetheless. Front door staff and desk staff were all very nice upon check-in. The elevators were not yet renovated, and they were old, dingy, and very slow. The hallways were in similar condition- dank, depressing, and while not necessarily "dirty" they were a little creepy. When we got to the room, I was very happy. The room itself was plush, modern, and comfortably sized. The bathroom however- ICK! It was more than just outdated, it was terrifying! It's hard to imagine how any hotel would let their bathrooms fall into such a frightful state of disrepair. Not sure if they've finished the renovation, but if not, be warned.
As soon as we got to the room, I noticed there was no coffee maker. Not happening, folks! While I do not drink caffeine at all during the day, I NEED it first thing in the AM, or I am incapable of functioning. I hate, HATE hotels that don't give you an in-room coffee maker, and have been known to pack my own coffee-maker along with coffee and creamer on occasion. Weird? Perhaps. But better than staggering out of my room in the morning, naked and bleary-eyed, and getting lost in the damn hallways while trying to shield my eyes from the bright lights. Yes folks, that's how bad......Anyhoo. I knew that they did in fact offer in room coffee-makers, because I'd made sure of it when I booked the room, so I called down to let them know my coffee-maker was MIA.
This is where things get funny, folks. Housekeeping shows up with the coffee maker a few minutes later, but neglected to bring any coffee or creamer. So I asked the guy for coffee and creamer. Which he then brought. When he left the second time, I realized that we had no cups with which to drink said coffee. Oookay. So I decided to wait until we leave for dinner to ask at the front desk. When we were leaving for dinner, I noticed that the "Pool" sign had lost a letter, and instead, read simply, "Poo" - Yes, I'm a 10 year old boy in disguise, but the sign made me giggle for the duration of our stay.
Sooo, we stopped at the front desk on the way out to let them know that we needed coffee cups, towels (there was only 1 large towel and 1 small towel when we checked-in) and more hangers. The girl at the front was truly sweet, bless her heart, but I kind of got the feeling she wasn't exactly getting what I was saying. So when I started to reach in my purse, and said, "Why don't I write this down, it'll probably be easier," she grinned real big and said "Oh no, that's OK, I have a mind like a (long pause as she tried to find just the right word), like a, like a FISH!" I shit you not. It was everything I could do not to dissolve into giggles right there, but she was just so darn cute and earnest, that I choked back my laughter and said, "OK, well that's great!" My BF and I laughed about it for the rest of the night, and now, two years later, we STILL laugh about it. I had no idea the minds of fish were so highly regarded! Back on track. When we returned to the room later that night, we did have coffee cups in the room, but no hangers and no towels. Apparently her mind is not so much like a fish. I mean, a fish would remember towels and hangers, no? That's what I'm saying. So I call housekeeping. I ask for hangers and towels. What did they bring me? An iron. That's right, people. An iron. I decided to keep it since I was afraid I would never actually get one if I DID decide to iron something. Nice man comes back with towels and hangers, and I tip him AGAIN. (I need to stop doing that when people make mistakes, but I always feel badly).
The next afternoon, we decided to venture down to the front desk to ask about restaurant recommendations. Ol' Fish Brain was gone, so we talked to a displaced New Yorker. We asked her if there were any good restaurants around. She said, "Where are you from?" I said, "Chicago," and she said, "No." Hahahaha! She was like, "No, in all seriousness. There's nothing. I mean there are PLACES, but you wouldn't want to eat there." We got to talking and she asked what we were doing in town. I told her that we were thinking about moving there after graduation from law school and were just checking out the scene for a few days. She looked, how do I put this? HORRIFIED. Just absolutely horrified that we were thinking of moving there. She spent the next ten minutes trying to talk us out of it. Hilarious woman, but clearly not the best spokeswoman for the Great City of Charlotte.
All in all, one of the quirkier hotel stays I've had. Nice people, they just need to work out the kinks.
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