If you’ve ever wondered what “budget chic” looks like without the chic, this is it. Everything about this place screams cheap, except the price. Towels and sheets have taken on a lovely yellow tint, either from years of loyal service or from cheaping out on hot water. Pillows feel like they’re stuffed with old newspapers, and the breakfast buffet proudly offers the finest selection of waffles, boiled eggs, and two cereals straight out of 1998.
Not that I expected much from a place called Motel 6, but the cost of my stay just didn’t make any sense. My first and most likely last stay with Motel 6.