Texas Motel

This place is EXTREMELY NASTY AND DIRTY. Don’ t stay here unless you want to catch a deadly disease. Everything is very filthy.

In terms of local hotels/​motels, this is on the bottom end. It’s dirty, the rooms are in dire need of maintenance, and the regular clientele generally are engaged in activities that some would find unwholesome.
So why would you visit, much less stay here? One word: history.
In 1988, in room 7, televangelist Jimmy Swaggart’s empire began to crumble, when he was caught with a prostitute.
This is the one and only reason. Outside of that, if you’re looking for accommodations while visiting the area, you’ll be best served to look elsewhere.

We stay here for many years whenever we come to visit during Mardi Gras from Los Angeles, we always like it because it’s quiet and feels safe compare to other motels in New Orleans. It’s well lighted. We also like it because it actually has signs saying it doesn’t support hourly rates, no prostition and no drugs. We see the signs when we do our check in on the front desk window so we know the owners do care about their motel. We also found out from locals that this is one of the few places that actually kept their rates fair during Katrina so people would have a place to stay. They have also made efforts to improve their place by remodeling. It’s a local motel, it tries to keep it simple so no phones. The smell of the microwave from other review is obiously from people who are not familiar with New Orleans, it comes from Humidity. If you are local, you know humidity that’s a fact in Louisiana. I felt like Gigi and Mark’s review doesn’t do this place justice since they are a young couple and obviously they want a 5 star place to stay but only wish to play for the minimum. Honestly to each of its own. If you want a place that’s affordable, quiet, simple and comfortable place to stay this is a good choice.

We had a late flight, and toured a bit of the French Quarter by over-​priced rental car. Decided to head back near the airport and rest up for a big day of shopping the next morning, so we chose the shadiest, crappiest motel we could eye in hopes of saving money so that we could catch just a few hours sleep before daylight and hit the road to explore once more. As the signs clearly stated: no drug or prostitution. Um, I think I’m okay with that rule. Also one that read: No hourly rates. Damn. And one stating: No supplies, Store next door.” The stores were closed, so figured we could sip some water from the faucet. We were issued a key, and taped-​up remote and hit the dark, dank stairs with our luggage stupidly assuming we’d be showering in this shit hole. The breezeway smelled of pot-​I could live with that. The tenants nervously cracked their doors at 4am to see what latest victims the cat had dragged in. (no windows) I expect we looked like foreign models compared to these fine folks. Each room had a window unit-​resourceful since the rooms had no windows, right?! Well, they had a tiny sliver of window wayyy at the top where the unit was. I balanced on the bed, and used a mirror to turn the heat on, (no way in hell you can see the controls way up there) spread my blankie on the bed and slept a few hours making sure to touch as little as possible. In the morning light we got t see how impressively hideous this place really was. A real conversation piece erupted from staying AND surviving this place. Sorry they didn’t offer postcards. I will never admit to using the restroom here. No ones gonna believe this! A must-​see for the adventurous– I could be killed tonight– sort! Can’t wait to read the boyfriend’s review. He’s always taking me to the nicest places, haahaa For the same rate, I’d head elsewhere. Anywhere.
Oh, if you need to steal a nasty smelly microwave, don’t come here. They went hi-​tech and wrote the hotel name all over the appliances with thick, black sharpie marker. Just sayin’.

Well, this was most definitely an eye-​opening experience. I knew it was gonna be a fun time when two of the cars in the parking lot had flat tires, but we were tired as all get out, and just needed to rest for a while. I hadn’t stayed at a «no-​tell mo-​tel» in years, and one look at the bath tub, I realized why. Hands down, the most disgusting tub I’d ever seen — OR — they used black grout, one of the two. I’m betting on the former. No windows. A small refrigerator that smelled of 100 rotting buffalo carcasses. Two different sized beds. A bathroom door that looked as if someone had kicked it multiple times. And a chair in the closet. Hmm.
Anywho, we turned on the TV, zonked out for a few hours and high-​tailed it outta there! We later had a conversation about what the mural on the outside wall was. The girlfriend insisted it was the Alamo, but I disagreed. A search on Google maps shows it to be some sort of super version of the Texas Motel. Maybe that’s what it looked like in the 70’s? LOL
I seriously wouldn’t recommend staying here. There really ain’t that much tired in the world.