Me: I don't know man, this neighborhood doesn't look so great.
Jay: We're getting close to the airport, so it should get better. We're close to the hotel.
Me: There it is there - Rodeway Inn.
(Long silence as we pull into the parking lot of a super sketchy ghetto motel)
Me: Nice Jay.
Jay: It got 4 stars on Trip Advisor!
Me: Did you check Yelp?
Jay: No ...
Lesson learned, eh Jay?
Since we shared the same room, there's no need to repeat his review. He mostly covered it. A couple of things he missed though. First, the room smelled faintly of dead hooker upon arrival. Thankfully, there was no dead hooker in the bathtub ... this time. But there was a pigeon outside the cracked bathroom window.
Secondly, they had a CRT television. Really? Really? HDTV's are so cheap these days ... there is no excuse for ANY hotel having a CRT set. I didn't think those things even worked anymore. And I didn't turn it on to find out.
Still, I gave it 2-starts to his one because while Jay was up all night due to the paper thin walls, I took a triple dose of melatonin to escape the misery of this wretched room and PTFO'd. (Although I did hear the cat once ... I guess we know what happened to that pigeon)
And there were some bright spots. Outside of the carpet stains and obligatory pinhole burns in the comforter, the room was pretty clean. (Either I missed the poop on the bathroom wall, or just figured Jay was leaving his mark) The bed was fine. And the front desk service was polite. (Oddly, the had a pool table in the "lobby".)
Still, avoid this one like the plague. Actually, I would avoid this entire area of Phoenix, or you may very well end up with some type of infectious disease.