(TLDR:stay at the Fitzgerald next door instead)
Story time
So we walk up to the Andrews, try to open the door, and there’s a note on it that says “door may be locked, ring door bell”. I try the door, it doesn’t move, so I ring the door bell. There’s a man in the lobby who clearly works there, but he ignores me. So I ring again. He ignores me. I ring again, he ignores me. This goes on for a while until he rolls his eyes and sarcastically waves me to come in. Then checks me in with a really bad attitude, like he’s angry at us. Rude but okay I guess?
I take the elevator up and the doors open to a man bent over on all fours hammering at the wall. There’s a ladder, cement bags, and wood panels in the hallway. Confused, I walk around the ladder to get to our room. It smells harshly of saw dust and paint. It was clearly just painted, and the construction on the room next to it is affecting the whole floor. I tell the front desk guy this and he refuses to apologize and says I should find a new hotel, instead of trying to find me a new room or comp me. I already paid and checked in, I can’t find a new room now.
The next morning I’m awoken to alarms blaring “EVACUATE THE BUILDING FIRE DETECTED”. Of course we get our bags and run out.
This is the third hotel we stayed at on this trip, by far the worst hotel experience I’ve ever had. It’s criminal that I had to pay for that. I got the most expensive room in the hotel and was treated like trash because why? Skinny, short hair desk guy