Best Western Executive Inn

This hotel is rather mediocre. The room was an ok size. The bathroom was spacious and well lit. But that’s about all I can say good. The windows are so thin and the front facing rooms, at least, are so close to the highway that you can hear traffic all night. The mattresses are lumpy and too big for their base, so if you sleep on the edge of the bed like me, there is a real chance of falling off the bed. The sheets also were stained, so you can never know if you’ve been given clean sheets.

With a name like the Executive Inn, you would think you’d be able to be bougie and are entitled to a spa or oasis like experience… well, think again.
This hotel is currently undergoing a remodeling, which means they are going from formica to granite-​ish counters and slapped some ketchup and mustard color scheme on the exterior of the building. The remodel (at least as of the time of this posting) has not replaced any of the carpet that even a 70’s nightclub would be ashamed to have, nor has it installed an elevator. There is some fountain-​ish structure out front. I say fountain-​ish because in 3 years I have never seen water in it.
If you get a room in the front of the hotel, you get to gaze upon the lovely FCI (Federal Correctional Institute) Seagoville, Federal Beaureau of Prisons with their lush gardens and shiny and sharp barbed wire. If you get a room at the back you get to gaze upon a pool which I’ve never seen cleaned and what looks to be a cement filled hot tub. The pool seems to be perpetually choked with leaves and bugs, both long since departed and those in the final throes of life. Next door is an even seedier motel which is known to be used for various types of quick, cash only transactions.
Speaking of rooms, each time I’ve stayed at this place I was told I had a non-​smoking room, but the presence of cigarette burns on the chairs, tables and comforters seems to tell me otherwise. That an the allergy inducing smell of cheap cigarettes that no amount of Febreeze would dissipate. The calm, soothing sound of 18 wheelers sing you to sleep, while the stomping of patrons attempting to lug luggage up a single stairwell wakes you up again.
For an extra $ 20, drive into Mesquite and stay at a Marriott, Holiday Inn, or Hampton Suites. Even though my rooms here have been Army provided, I’ve always ended up getting my own place out of pocket.

First off, they had my room in the middle of hotel wing where they were doing room renovations so crap was all over in the hallways leading to the room. Secondly, the room I was in had bed bugs and I have video, pictures and bites on my legs and arms to prove it and demanded that I got moved… this was at 3 AM. And when I confronted the manager about the disgusting room with the video he had the nerve to say «I wonder how that got there». I told him it got there from negligence on your behalf. Hopefully my job will NOT use this establishment to book 15 – 20 rooms a weekend a month anymore because its happened more than once talking to the the others I work with in the past. Highly upset and disgusted with Best Western in Seagoville, TX. If no stars was an option, thats what I would give.

When I arrived with my family, it was shortly after 1:00 AM. We were in town to run from zombies in a race up the road in Forney that Saturday morning. A man with a lot of prison tattoos on his arms unlocked the door and buzzed me in. He seemed nice in a creepy, carnie sort of way. As I was checking in, there was a little confusion over my reservation and then a conversation about the turf war with the other motel next door (TIP: Watch where you park or you might get towed — each motel has its own towing company!) Once I made sure where I could park safely and not be towed, I received my keys to stay there for the next two nights.
The bed was comfortable enough to sleep in at least once. If you like sounds of loud semi trucks passing by throughout the night on a major highway nearby like I do, make sure to ask for a room on the south side. The interior of the motel and the room was clean enough and everything seemed to work that morning except the timer on the waffle-​maker in the breakfast area. It takes two minutes to cook a waffle. I must have guessed it appropriately because my waffle was delicious! I would say that waffle was the best damn thing about this place.
There were only two towels in our room when we arrived. When I went down to ask for more, I was told there was none — they had run out. What sort of motel runs out of towels?! This one.
The pool was really dirty, like it hadn’t been cleaned yet this year (though we’re into June now) — and it was also chock-​full of both live and dead bugs. We were covered in mud and blood after spending the morning evading the undead, but we did not feel at all bad about jumping right into this pool of insects and various other debris to wash it all off. After what we had just wallowed through, this was nothing — until I encountered the huge, green beetles that looked like they could bite your finger off floating around the surface of the pool. I’m not afraid of bugs, but I prefer not to swim in places where the surface is covered with critters for long, especially ones that look like they could bite harder than the zombies we just ran from. It would only be fair to admit that I peed in that pool directly before I got out.
The back door to the pool area wouldn’t open with a room key like it was designed to, but there was a paper sign on the door explaining it was broken and to walk around the motel to the front door. What a pain in the ass. Why is the door to the pool locked in the middle of the day anyway? I have no idea…
The shower was good enough to finish cleaning up in, although we had to just drip-​dry (remember — no more towels). Then my wife could not find her phone, so I turned the room upside down looking for it. Trashed the whole room. Looked like a tornado ripped through the place by the time I was done looking. Then my wife finally finds her phone — it was in her purse the whole time.
With the room trashed and all, we decided to just forgo our second night’s stay here and just take off without giving notice to anyone. So we packed up and tore out of this shit-​hole to stay at a upscale Marriott on the other side of DFW, far, far away from the Seagoville Best Western Executive Inn. That Marriott was so much better than this place, too.