Super 8 Montgomery/Maybrook

Horrible service and marginal property overall.
I had flown into the local airport and needed a place for the night.
The front desk clerk was rude and abrasive and just made the whole process of checking in a pain. He asked for ID which is normal, but then wanted to swipe my driver’s license data and when I asked him not to, he grabbed it and did anyway. When I asked what info he got, he refused to say and wouldn’t let me see it. Clearly a great opportunity for ID theft and way out of line for ID verification.
Good grief, its a budget motel and one doesn’t expect a lot, but next time I’ll skip it and go the extra few miles to some quality operations. On top of the above, he charged about 20% more than the advertised rate.
The room was okay, but the shower had corrosion and crud that was way out of the ordinary and the combination made it unsanitary and unusable. The bed was lumpy and the furniture a little loose, but seemed clean.
Overall, I would never go back and would not recommend this to anyone with the ability to get to the next hotel in any direction!

This was the perfect motel experience.
I only slept three and a half hours the night before after a birthday party gone wild, so I wasn’t thrilled when our day started by waiting in lines in manhattan, first for our rental car and then at ess-​a-​bagel where we fought the saturday morning crowd to get our sesames with whitefish salad.
Things got better when we made it up to Storm King, where we spent a chilly but invigorating day pondering sculpture set amidst the fall foliage. I was hungry, but kept it together until we made it to the farm party near Montgomery.
Everyone circled the bonfire as the cold rain drizzled on our chickeny barbecued chicken, creamy spinach artichoke dip, spicy hot pepper tamales and unhomogenized ice cream. It was a blast, but eventually the wet chill won out and everyone decamped to the old farmhouse kitchen to dry out around the two huge ovens that churned out an endless supply of home made pies, while the youngsters in the cozy adjoining den sipped their mushroom tea and watched colors on the wall.
Come about 10:00 the cumulative effect of sleep deprivation, the early morning lines, the sculpture walking, the cold rain, the tamales and the pie hit me like a tub of frozen mint chocolate chip, and I was craving nothing more than a dry warm bed, except maybe another slice of the pumpkin and clove.
Thankfully the Super 8 was only 5 minutes away. How wonderful it was! The bed was soft and firm in all the right places, the comforter was incredibly comforting, and the pillows were designed to put your head at the perfect angle. I wrapped myself like a mummy and felt like King Tut in his gold sarcophagus.
Thanks to their pet policy, we could sleep with our little pup who had just as long a day as we did. Did it matter that there was a used towel hanging on the bathroom door? Of course not. Did we care that the ceiling was thin enough that you could hear the creaking every time someone walked above us? Please. We were out in a matter of seconds.
A perfect motel at the end of a long day.

Clean rooms. Pleasant staff