So, here is the skinny on this place.
I stayed here a while ago (not too long ago) but this place always brings back the best in cheap-o road trip lodging. The story goes as follows.
After several hours on the road, I hit that wall trying to get back to Phoenix from Texas. Seeing this place from I-10, I decide to pull off and get some sleep. It's right off the highway, so more than likely there aren't mutants like in the movie "the hills have eyes" waiting in the closet to kill me and have all sorts of crazy sex with my dead body. I decide to call it a night.
I assume this place isn't set up with any sort of internet based electronic reservation system, so there is a good chance I can just come in, get a room and go to sleep. I am successful in this venture, but as I am checking in the very nice man who speaks no english lets me know this is not a problem without a reservation. 60 bucks later he gives me the key to the room, with a warning. It is the last room they have open, and the heater doesn't work, but there is a blanket in the room. It is February, still cold at night but hey, I have a blanket!
Walking up to my room, a guy was filling up his ice bucket and taking a piss at the same time on the concrete next to the machine wished me a good evening. Thanks buddy.
So, I go into the room with the plan of having a few drinks and going to sleep. I find the blanket in question, but after a quick recon of the room, I realize the blanket will be put to another use. The 4 foot spot of projectile vomit by the the previous occupant next to the bathroom seemed a more suitable place to lay the blanket, as there was no way to go in there without stepping over it. Even if I have super hero powers and was able to defy gravity and walk on the walls, it wouldn't have mattered. The puke has splashed up in the walls. The blanket covered what I had referred to as the "vomit corridor" much like a blanket would cover a corpse. I decide to surrender the blanket for the night.
I have a few drinks to wind down and find myself turning up the T.V. to drownd out the sounds of the highway and turn in for the night, using my jacket as a blanket because, well, you know what happened to the blanket. I slept in clothes (including my shoes)
Waking up the next morning, I decided to shower without the soap provided due to the vast amount of pubic hair wrapped around it. Awesome.
Upon checkout, I gave the key back and let the same guy who checked me in know that some asshole puked in the room before me and they might want to clean it up. No response. He asked if I would like a cup of coffee. This conversaton is going nowhere.
This place was so shitty it made me laugh. Cheap road-trippers like myself love a gold mine of a dump like this. You get what you pay for, and the memories of this place will love on forever. read more