The McKernan Inn

The view was the only good thing about this place. There was black mold in several spots, missing ceiling tiles, water damage, an AC that only blew hot air, and a disgusting bathroom with almost no water pressure. The drains didn’t work, and the door stopper fell down each time we opened the door, so we had to pick it up while holding the door and trying to close it. I’d wished we’d just stayed at my apartment. The nicer, more professional morning crew couldn’t make up for the problems. You couldn’t pay me to stay again. We’d booked a suite for our wedding night and told them ahead of time that we’d arrive separately and late because we were getting married. The door was locked, which was understandable after hours, but the on-call person, Cyrus (sp?), took 15 minutes to come down and was extremely unprofessional. He wouldn’t let me check in until my wife arrived, despite our advance notice, while I was still in my suit. He told me I could wait on my phone. Then he threatened to call security if I went outside to smoke. I understand now that it’s smoke free, but I didn’t know then. A sarcastic “I’d have to call security” with a smile shouldn’t have been the first response. I called my wife to tell her and was asked to keep my voice down in an empty lobby, though I wasn’t being loud.