It was . . . . . . interesting. It is clean, and the guy that ran it, or at least the guy there that seemed to be running it, was very nice. And it is an old motel on one of the former main driving routes through the city. It was tricky rating this motel. Kind of depends on the experience you want. I rated it average, but there truly was nothing average about it.
I would be willing to bet some bestseller racy or suspense novels (or both) would come out of these paneled walls, if motel walls could talk, or write novels. The small room was a touch 50's, a touch 70's and a touch basement 80's, mixed in with a little 'my-mom-died-and-this-is-what-came-out-of-the-house' look. I'm not sure what the 8 packages of saltine crackers meant on top of the microwave, but the freakiest part was the windows.
I heard what sounded like an idling diesel engine outside and peaked through the blinds to see what was out there. But when I leaned in to look through the barely cracked space between the louvers I saw . . . . . . . . . . another set of mini-blinds.
I'm not sure why this freaked me out so much; but to look through a set of blinds, expecting to see out a window, only to see another set of blinds an inch and a half away, its almost on the same level as seeing another person peeking back in at you.
So, sufficiently disturbed by that, enough that I didn't even want to raise the blinds and look through the second set (insert shiver), I opened the door a crack to see outside. But there wasn't anything. I opened it wider and saw nothing in the courtyard parking area. I do not remember if the mysterious noise went away when I opened the door or shut it again; but it did not come back that night.
And as for the courtyard, it had the feel of a place somewhere intersecting dad-and-son fishing trip and some hopping by-the-hour rentals, although only one other room looked taken.
There is WiFi available, in the rooms closest to the 'office', which is closest to the street. And there are locks on the door.