The place with the used condom under the bed
We stayed here on reccommendation of a family member for our 1st Anniversary several years ago. When we saw the sad state of the hotel, my first thought was that this family member might be wreaking some sick practical joke or revenge on us.
Pretty from the outside, the lobby beckons in an Old World Glamour. On a tight budget we were thrilled that our "package" included breakfast and dinner, both suprisingly good. At the time the adjacent restaurant was brand new and hip, so of this I don't complain.
However, imagine our shock when stepping off the elevator we were greeted with torn sheet rock, exposed pipes and an overwhelming urine smell. Our room was not any better. It contained shabby torn curtains, hanging off the rod and a very shabby bedspread, probably dating since the hotel opening. It was horrible.
The front desk would not switch us to a new room. Since we were only staying one night, we decided that we could either spend our time looking for a new place, or drink ourselves to oblivion. We chose option #2. Despite that we slept on top of the bedcovers fully clothed because it seemed to filthy to even turn down the sheets.
First thing the next day I called the family member who referred us to see if they were mad at us for some reason. Said family member turned around and told their spouse how unhappy we were with the room and immediately heard from the background was "Isn't that the hotel where we found a used condom under the bed?"