Los Angeles, California
July 3, 2007
The Broadway Hostel n' Hotel. Wow, what to say? I picked this hostel over a nice one that I stayed at only a few blocks away because it was rated one of the top 10 hostels in the world. After staying there, I have to question if the reviewers went to the same hostel as I did. For $30 a person I got a room with two bunk beds for the night. The lobby was dark and dank, but the people at the front desk seemed genuinely nice. I should have suspected something was wrong when I realized that they didn’t have a cash register, but instead all of the money was kept in an envelope.The hallways to the rooms were tiny and the walls were warped. All I could think while walking down it was that I was happy that I wasn’t in a wheelchair, because I wouldn’t have gotten far. The rooms were bad. First they were tiny and painted white, not red and spacious like the pictures showed. I couldn’t imagine four people staying there. The floor also had holes torn into it with pieces of jagged linoleum sticking up (one that I tripped over and gave myself a nasty bruise). The wholes weren’t confined to just one area either. They were all over with the biggest in the middle of the room. The room also had an a/c, but it barely worked. The only plus side to the room was that there was a sink randomly in the sitting in the corner.
The bathrooms, god, I don’t even want to describe them. First the toilets had some strange things floating in them. The floor was nasty, and the tub/shower—I couldn’t be paid enough to shower there. The shower was covered in dirt and it looked like the paint was peeling around the tub. I think it was a while since it was cleaned. Unlike other hostels which have a large public bathroom this one had two private bathrooms. A nice idea at first, but I soon realized that they were always full. Even at 2am.At the end of the hallway were a small room with two computers, (to access the Internet you swipe your credit card for access), a vending machine, and lockers (which are usually located in the rooms).Upon check-out we were more than happy to leave; however, we weren’t the only one with complaints. There were two British boys talking to the person at the desk about problems with the beds, walls, and a whole in the ceiling which was leaking onto them during the nigh. I didn’t catch the whole conversation, but as they walked away one yelled, "let’s return to our dream!" Apparently it wasn’t resolved to their satisfaction.In short I wasn’t expecting the Plaza by any means, but this was far below any hostels standards that I’ve ever been to.
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