I was prepared to overlook the less-than-clean room (If you expect your room to be cleaner than your own home this is NOT the place). The many burned out light bulbs. The one lamp by the bed for reading (the other one had a RED shade). The female nude paintings on the walls (not lovely). The tiny overworked window air conditioner and the the neon sign in the front window. The tiny plastic shower stall. The hideously painted bathroon fixtures (UGH!). The bathroom floor of grouted, sharp broken tile shards (OUCH!). The overwhelming chemical smell from the shellac that had just been applied to the paper machier floor when we arrived . . . Sigh, I really thought this would be a neat B&B!
But then after a nice meal down the street, we discovered that the nice bar patio directly across the street had turned into a rock venue (Monday night). The band played until after 1pm. I tried call both the innkeepers in an attempt to check out, but, conveniently, neither of them called me back that night. By the time the band quit I was so upset that no sleep was to be had. Because of the bar across the street, this is basically an unusable room in the innkeepers apartment.
Breakfast was average at best - maybe because my stomach was so upset?
The best part was checking out early! And we paid $185 for that!