Rodeway Inn & Suites

This is now a American best inn. We checked in on Thursday and we will be in this area for five days on business. It was cheaper to pay for a week rather than daily. However what we didn’t know was this rate doesn’t include fresh towels daily. Housekeeping refused me towels said only on Friday and Tuesday. Are you serious what kinda of motel refuse to give clean towels at $ 320 for five days. They also sell beer in the lobby by the bucket or single we were sitting by the pool and thought we would purchase a bucket of beer $ 18 for six bud light and if u want corona its more. This place is all about money and no customer service. Front desk ladies are friendly and try to help. The room isn’t bad the a.c. is cold. If they cared more about their traveling guest and had less live in guests it would be a decent place to stay while in the area.

For $ 60.00 a night, we got a king-​size bed, a full bathroom, a dainty little mini-​fridge, and ice cold a/​c unit… not to mention it was located within a short drive from Fiesta Texas… how in the hell can I complain about… the mysterious fruit under the bed, the creepy long-​term tenant next door, the faint musk in the air, or the tacky picture frame that gave you the prices on everything (including the frame itself) if you decided Gram’s might totally love the décor.
I mean seriously I guess I could complain because I saw the wicked awesome deals on Groupon a little too damn late – but on the flipside the staff was personable and attentive and Rodeway Inn served its overall purpose, I slept soundly… as I dreamt about the mysterious rotting fruit. and made it to Six Flags with time to kill.

Cheap, yes. But pretty darn creepy… I was in the section that faced the abandoned hotel next door, with broken windows and god-​knows-​who hangin’ out at night. Empty parking lot too, out of view of the staff or front desk: I was scampering for my door after it got dark.
The last night I was there, of course a loud yelling match broke out in the parking lot at two a.m. (when these things generally break out, as that’s when bars close…). Doors were slammed, car engines were gunned, and then they returned an hour later.
The curse of cheap motels.
Breakfast was a diabetic’s nightmare: hostess mini donuts and frosted cheese pastry, or sugar-​coated cereal. The juice and coffee were good though. And, the location was good.
Wifi signal was so bad that I had to rely on my smartphone for email. Meh.