When you walk in, the lobby greets you with an over powering coconut aroma - cover up? You then wait for the clerk to come from outside where he's been cruising on Grindr on his cell phone. You go up the lift and the door opens on the third floor - there is a 5 foot blotch on the landing carpet with accompanying stains that look like Pollock artwork, and a 30 foot stain down the hallway that looks like a decomposed body has been dragged for disposal. The carpet was scarred with adhered bits of candy and gum foil. The room is adequate, if a ac set on 60f, which can't be unplugged or turned off or altered, is to your liking, if you don't need a chair to sit at the garage sale desk, or hangers, or a plastic ice bucket with a large leaking hole. The maids are brillant and love to play hide and seek - if they find your do-not-disturb sign, they will place it on your door and leave the room untouched. I learned if I hid it on the shower rod they will throw away the trash and replace the used towels. They also are gourmets -they bang the coffee filter tray on the insides of trash cans for added flavor. Hint - look in the lower cabinets if you need breakfast supplies - they don't always set out. Also visit the wadded rag alter where they stash cleaning rags over the microwave in the breakfast area - they're preserved there at three days running. If you're social, hang out at the back door - the smokers thoughtfully use stones to bypass the obstacle of a security door for easy access.