Normally, I think of nice things about suites, spacious, kitchenette, nice couch, etc. I must have been a bad, bad man in a previous life.
I walk into the front lobby and there is a bald kid who can't be more than 25. While he is taking 30 minutes to check me in, the janitor/doorman/security person walks in. He is a thuggish looking guy with a prison tattoo.
We asked for the non-smoking rooms and we were on our way up to our rooms. As soon as I entered, I smelled a haze of cigarette and pot smoke slithering towards me and then sullying my otherwise clean clothes. The only part of the apartment that did not smell was the bathroom, I put my clothes in there for the night and went to my room. The bed smelled so awful that I almost puked. Luckily, I had a nice lavender spray from a better hotel (Crowne Plaza) and I sprayed the sheets and tried to fall asleep on my bed, which must have been used in countless stag films. Yeah baby, I feel manly tonight.
In the morning I woke up and noticed that my latch was actually not screwed into the wall very tight. It had actually been spackled to the wall! The door must have been kicked in 20 times in the past year, unbelievable.
I will not be returning to this Homestead Suites.