It looks as if it’s floating in some strange emerald world where travelers can rest but never stop. The tollroad is your eternal fate.

The reviews are what you’d expect for a place that’s slid down the social status pole. One review says the people who stayed in nearby rooms asked for drugs. Another says “it reminds me of care of generations that our grandparents had Thank you we will not stay any where else.” One review says it’s stuck in the 80s; another says it’s stuck in the 90s. Another says it’s clean and everyone’s nice. The next one says:

“Every surface in the bathroom was covered in dead bugs. I complained to the manager who did not seem to think it was a problem because the bugs were not alive. He did give me a new room after a long drawn out conversation.”