My one night at the 500 West was problably one of the most unpleasant experiences I've had at a hotel in a long while. ( For those who want to challenge me with an im right you're wrong contest, I have a 38 year old legnthy world travel resume that would be raise an eyebrow of Paul Theroux, so bring it on!)
I guess the worst part is that I felt like the hotel completely misrepresented itself via its website, like a bad online date, you show up and your date isnt quite as cute and charming as their picture or profile made them out to be. I couldn't really put my finger on it. I dont know if it was the rubber sheet on the bed that brought back memories of my childhood crib or the sound of human body tossing and turning on plastic that woke me from my sleep. The phone ringing at 1AM? (I didnt even know there was a phone, so that really threw me) There wasn't any AC, so we had to put the window up and then we had to listen to the train rolling in to the station and a man in a broken electric wheelchair screaming for two hours underneath our window (we couldnt make out if he was yelling over and over and over, "Hey Brian!" or "Help! I'm dying")and then a jack hammer, the street sweepers and the garbage trucks. Sleeping with the windows up and or down only resulted in sweating profusely, as my friend put it best: "plastic doesnt breath as well as cotton". The windows dont have any screens and are really dirty and outside is a ledge like the ones they had in the old days that people used to walk out on and had to be talked down from when they felt like jumping from a building onto the street below.
The bathrooms were about as clean and European as a Soviet psych ward. There weren't any bath mats or towels, just wash cloths , a clear, soap scummed shower curtain, dingy, mildewy grouted tile and hooks. Oh and I guess at this hotel, blue means hot and red means cold in the shower.
If I had known, I would have gladly stayed at a Motel 6. It felt like a perfect place for backpackers, but I think the rate is too expensive for that kind of traveler. It would make a great youth hostel, there's a great tv room, kitchen and laundry room on the second floor, although all the furniture is from ikea and the sofas in the tv room are made from hard plastic.
Overall, it just felt like an old half way house, or an old YMCA (which is what it is) that is covered in fresh paint and carpet with a lot of deliveries from ikea. In other words, if you want to know what it feels like to stay in an American institution (i.e, bad marriage, army barracks, prison, mental ward, old YMCA) with your loved one, than I would suggest staying here, leave your shoelaces at home. The people walking by outside arent wearing any!








