To celebrate our anniversary with our son, we paid $5,000 plus change for a two bedroom suite for three nights that included the numerous add-ons undisclosed at registration. For example, park it yourself cost $36.00 per night. The Hyatt’s fee add-on scheme is a page out of Le Miz’s Madam of the House. We understood that this is a pricey place, but looked forward to serene sunsets and the sounds of the waves splashing up on the white sand. This was not to be. The hotel is located in the midst of a perpetual traffic jam with ambulances and firetrucks blasting us awake at all hours of the night as well as bicycle riding boom box blasters. Only the roar of a Class 5 hurricane would allow someone to hear the sound of the waves over the perpetual traffic din.Not loud enough? So they tossed in fire alarms two of the three mornings and required all residents to move to the first floor. Using the elevators was not allowed. We were on the 15th floor, but complied. Then the final kill shot. The balcony of an adjacent room extended over one of our bedroom windows and the female resident of that room peered directly into our space to watch a female in our room dressing. Weird! The one thing that did work was a polite welcome and efficient check-in. I hate to say “never again” because I grew up in Clearwater, and loved what the Hyatt used to be. But Never Again.