I normally support small, family-owned businesses, but this place makes a strong argument in favor of the giant, soulless mega-corporations that have at least some minimum quality requirements for their franchisees. Where to start? The building itself is in a state of advanced decay - the motel is built on a slope, and the bottom floor turned out to be what may once have been apartments but is long abandoned. So each room is essentially perched on top of an abandoned apartment. The carpets were so filthy we literally kept the shoes by the side of the bed in case we’d need to use the bathroom during the night. One of the beds in the “deluxe” room was a crude metal spring mattress. The walls were so thin we could hear each individual stroke of the neighbor brushing his teeth. Towels so stained they’d be turned away by Goodwill thrift stores. Weird, sud-less “soap” in filthy brand-name dispensers obviously refilled over and over. And the food? If $20 for a chicken wrap consisting of two McNugget-size lumps of gristle and a wilted salad leaf sounds like a good deal, you’ll love it here.