Travelodge By Wyndham Prince Albert

Last night, my sister was chased by east Indian men. When she ran inside, security laughed at her. One of the men had a yellow rag wrapped around his head. I wouldn't recommend this place as safe for women or children.

The room was barely passable, and the constant hallway noise made it hard to relax. Around 4 pm on both days I was there, people kept passing through, including kids screaming and playing for over an hour. The second floor hallway smelled like a low-end hostel, and the exercise room was closed and looked as if it had been that way for years. My door wouldn't close on its own, which raised immediate security concerns. The small window AC was too weak for the room, even on full blast, and I couldn't shut the blackout curtains while it was running. The thin sheet was ripped, probably someone's attempt to deal with the AC. The bathroom and furniture were very worn, and there were stains across the floor. The bed was better than the one in kindersley, though that isn't saying much. It was just passable. At check-in, nobody thanked me for being a diamond member or gave me anything. I don't put much weight on that, but it was the only hotel where that's happened, so it felt like a sign of an issue. My other interactions with staff were really good, which is the only reason for the above-average mark there. The location is terrible, and the area felt unsafe. Don't stay here. Any review over 2 stars is clearly false. There are better budget and mid-tier choices in PA. Pay a bit more for Super 8 or a lot more for BW Premiere. This place made me question whether Wyndham cares about its reputation. I travel a lot and used a status match to switch from Best Western to Wyndham. The first two hotels were a major disappointment, and I'm seriously questioning that decision. I have 10 nights over 5 weeks; if things don't improve, I may move back. Terrible stay. I'll never return.

We loved breakfast at the in-house restaurant, and the staff were great. Sadly, the room was so dirty that I had to rate the stay low.

The elevator buttons only go to 307. The front desk just handed me a mop and said, “You’re up now.” I think I booked a night at the Travelodge in Prince Albert, but it felt like a week, and I came out emotionally twelve years older. The clocks all blinked “44:44,” and the lobby smelled like wet coins and distant thunder. The hallway lights blinked in Morse code: “RUN.” The bed was made of dense clouds and bad decisions. I dreamed of a moose court-martial, then woke to TV static and a handwritten note that said “we remember Winnipeg.” My room, 307, also called The Cube, had one working lamp, a carpet that seemed ready to bite, and a goose painting that watched me sleep. The wallpaper started peeling itself at one point. Breakfast was unsettling. The eggs were the exact color of ennui, the toaster whispered “divorce” every time I pushed it down, and a sausage rolled off my plate, hit the floor, and hissed. The pool was empty, but full of crows. I tried to leave, but every exit led to another hallway. Eventually I found a door marked “Laundry” and came out in the parking lot, shirtless and confused, holding a bag of Funyuns I hadn't bought. One star. Avoid unless you're ready to barter with vending machines, commune with haunted plumbing, and make peace with the sentient fog in the stairwell. I checked in for a weekend and left changed. This Travelodge knows your secrets.