Well, my best friend had hung out in the quaint bar at Maison 140 and had always wanted to see the rooms... so we became guinea pigs last night. We reserved a Mandarin Room for $230. Decent price, cute website... what could go wrong?
Well, the place was disgusting. The Front Desk attendant was a disaster. He just seemed like he couldn't have cared less whether we stayed there or not. He asked me if we needed someone to park our car, and I said no. (I hate how much hotels charge for parking) Anyway, he said we could have a parking tag and that the hotel charges $24 to park in their lot over night. I was so irritated that there was no discount for self-park. It was just in poor form.
Not as poor a form as the room, though. We took the tiny elevator, which barely fit our bags, and arrived at the third floor, where the hallway was playing piped-in music. It was 1:00 in the morning, and you could hear what was going on in each room. The hall was dark; the doors were close together. I thought to myself, How could there possibly be space between these doors for a decently-sized room?
Our room, needless to say, was the size of a thimble. That might have been okay, if the last occupant hadn't smoked, leaving a cloying mustiness that would have eventually made me sick from inhaling it all night long. The room's decor only compounded our unhappiness. It was painted bright red, and the ceiling was papered with red-and-white geometric print, and the lighting was so low, I could only imagine what filth it hid.
Anyway, even though we had checked in at such a ridiculously late hour and were absolutely exhausted, we got up and left. So, there you go. With no other reservations, we preferred to risk a night in the car, rather than waste $300 at that very sickening place.











