About twenty years ago, my mom accidentally left some cauliflower in a cooler, and forgot to empty it before putting it in the basement, where it went undiscovered for about 2 months. How is this relevant to our experience at the Hotel Hi-Ho? Read on.
We recently stayed at the Hi-Ho while attending a wedding in Connecticut. Given that most of the guests were staying there, we booked a room without doing much research into the place. It was only after our arrival that some of the locals attending the wedding regaled us with stories of the property's seedier past.
But that was then, and this is now. It seems that the property got a facelift, and they threw some new furniture and an Andy Warhol poster in each room, and decided to upgrade the name from motel to hotel, despite it still having the basic layout and amenities of a motel.
Check-in was initially positive. The front desk clerk was very personable, and we had our keys within a few minutes. However, once we got up to our room, the stay got off to a very bad start that kept getting worse.
One of the main distinguishing features between a motel and a hotel are the amenities, and in that regard, I guess you could say that the Hi-Ho certainly offered some extra and unanticipated "amenities." Upon arriving in our room, we were greeted with "extras" left over from the previous guests. These included used toiletries in the bathroom, including a used razor, a stash of marijuana, and even some dirty silverware stashed in the safe! And we didn't even request these extras!!
Given that neither of us rock the ganja, and that I prefer not to get hepatitis while shaving, we called the front desk to decline these extras and to be moved to a room that had been... what's the word??? Ah, yes: actually cleaned before we moved in.
The woman at the front desk was extremely apologetic and told us that she would move us next door. She was very nice about it, and understanding that mistakes can sometimes be made, we rolled with it, and accepted the offer to move next door.
But my good humor began to fade when the room we were moved into also wasn't cleaned! There were used toiletries in there as well! If they didn't clean the bathroom, how could I trust that they changed the sheets, or cleaned the glasses??
We finally got moved to a room that actually appeared to have been cleaned for a new guest, after about an hour of wrangling with the front desk, and my generally jovial nature completely spent. We were tired from our red-eye, and we just needed a nap before meeting up with our friends.
The room we got moved into, however, wasn't without its problems, but at that point, I was too tired to fight it. I just had to accept that, even in a "clean" state, the rooms were still quite abysmal. In this new room, the air conditioner rattled and buzzed, which would have been enough to keep me up were I not so exhausted. But, the real kicker were the pillows and comforters, which absolutely reeked.
Back to 20 years ago, when we went to grab the cooler for a road trip, and opened the lid, we were overcome with a powerful malodor of rotting cauliflower. It was sharp and pungent, like a dull headache, and it was so volatile that it seemed to immediately permeate every pore exposed to its vapor.
That's what the pillows and comforter smelled like. Bitter, stinging, putrid, steeped to their very core in a smell that is so distinctly rotten and positively inescapable. A few friends staying there recognized the smell as well. I took the pillowcases off to inspect the pillows and they were not stained. It just seemed like they've never been given a chance to air out.
A review on TripAdvisor noted the same issue, and provided the helpful tip of just using towels, and that's what we did. I figured at this point, it was no use trying to fight it.
Quickly, I'll recount some of the other issues with the rooms: the rooms are small, the traffic noise is loud, the air conditioners blow right on to the person sleeping closest to the door, the bathrooms have no fans, the chair in the room is pretty, but also completely non-functional for sitting, and the Wi-Fi, while fast, is completely unsecured, making it dicey for a business traveler with sensitive information on their computers. The continental breakfast is limited, but quite serviceable.
All in all, the Hotel Hi-Ho feels like a fundamentally unclean place painted over with a fresh coat of Ikea. It was the absolute worst lodging experience I've ever had in all my years of traveling both in the United States and abroad. Avoid at all costs. read more