Philip L.
The late-night noise was constant and loud: yelling, dogs barking, and sirens. It felt like the scary part of town in a movie, though I can’t say this is actually a bad area. From what I know of Eureka, the outskirts may be safer, and there’s one of the few 24-hour places to get something right across the street. The area is well lit and busy. This motel isn’t suited to overnight visitors. Many residents pay by the week and have been there for months. The building is neglected, and some damage seems beyond simple repair. When the room door fell off its hinges as we entered, I thought it should be taken off the available list until it was safe. The cable box cords were cut, outlets had no covers, the thermostat was missing, and the heater was duct-taped to the wall. The bedding was stained, I hope, and the homemade bed frame was the wrong size, leaving the box spring edges exposed. There were openings where things could fall through and be retrieved, but given the condition of the place, I wouldn’t recommend reaching in. The air smelled strongly of mold and bleach, and there were loads of flies around the front of the building and in the rooms, especially the bathrooms. I looked at neighboring rooms. Some weren’t as bad as ours, but there were worse ones available. The pet charge was reasonable, $5 or $10 per pet for the whole stay, not per night. Service seemed to stop after the odd front desk encounter. The lobby was falling apart, and the drive-up overhang was badly broken, propped up by makeshift pillars. It was quite a display of ingenuity and lack of budget. The person renting rooms seemed to be the residential manager, living in a large apartment at the front. His English wasn’t very strong, so the language barrier made things challenging, though he was helpful when negotiating the price.
