A step back into the 70s
So let's get this straight - we visited Myrtle Beach to see a concert at the nearby House of Blues (which is a walkable distance). We booked two nights at Tricia Lyn.
The room was basic and in desperate need of renovation. The lighting fixtures weren't fully attached to the wall, the cover over the bathroom extractor was missing, and the whole place had a very tired feel.
We'd arrived late so went straight out for food and got back around 11pm. That coincided with a bunch of bikers returning and sitting outside their room talking and cursing until the small hours. At 1.30am I'd had enough so called the front desk, but no answer, and no sign of anyone else to contact in such a situation. With that, and the bikes heading up and down Ocean Blvd, all bets for a night's good sleep were off.
Next morning we went to sit by one of the two pools, which is about the size of a bathtub. The pool was disgusting and had clearly not been cleaned for some time. The crowning glory, to go with the scum on the surface and the leaves at the bottom, was the suspiciously canine looking deposit at the top of the pool steps. Not good.
I visited the front desk and ran through all these faults. They did, to be fair, relocate us to a new room on the ocean side of the site. The room was better but would have benefitted from the bath drain not being blocked, the wash basin plug not being connected at all to the lever, the AC rattling less, etc etc.
And finally, they do provide coffee machines, but no coffee, filters, etc. so make sure you bring your own.
There is no question that the location is superb - you step right out onto the excellent beach. Sadly, the hotel looks like it is on its last legs and the owners are waiting for a great offer from a large hotel corporation so they can sell the land for the fortune that it is worth.
Disappointed? Yep. We were.