Ever wonder what the Limited in Ramada Limited really means?
I said in one of my posts yesterday that I’d tell you all about the crumbiest hotel at the waterfront in Virginia Beach. I’ll preface this story by saying that it’s nobody’s fault but my own that I ended up in the crumbiest hotel at the beach. I mean, I only work about 15 minutes from the beach and I could have easily gone down there and looked before I made the reservation. Sometimes, I’m just a lazy bastard though and I didn’t get off my butt and go take a look. I won’t make the same mistake again.
Over the weekend we decided to hang out at the beach and do a little partying. Rather than risk the chance of doing something stupid we got a room down at the beach. I made the reservation through one of those websites. I can’t recall which one, but I remember checking hotels.com and expedia.com. They both gave the hotel two stars. Not spectacular, but not a bad rating either. They also both said that every room had an ocean view. All the rooms at the Ramada Limited have an ocean view. You have to look around the hotels on the other side of the street, but all the rooms have a view of the ocean.
We got to the hotel about 4:30 or 5:00 on Friday, checked in and rode the elevator to the fourth floor of this 5 story hotel. The elevator was hot, extremely small and kind of creaky. We exited the elevator and walked all the way to the other end of the building. There are no elevators at that end of the building, only a stair case and I’ll talk about that in a minute. The room was all the way at the other end of the hallway and it was actually a little dark down there!
The first problem was that only one of the keys worked. When I attempted to call down to the front desk I found out that the phone didn’t work either. Not to mention the fact that the phone had a “used” sunflower seed husk on it! I walked out on the balcony to check out the “view” and found the rest of the sunflower seed husks that the previous guests had enjoyed, all over the floor out there.
A short time later I decided I needed a bottle of water. I was a little afraid to drink the water out of the tap, I mean, who knows where else the previous guests had stashed sunflower seed husks. They were everywhere else in the room! I walked down to the drink machine I had seen when we exited the elevator earlier to buy a bottle of water. The machine flashed “ICE COLD” across the little red display above the coin slot, but the coin slot was jammed. I tried a dollar bill, but that part of the machine wasn’t working either.
I pressed the elevator button…I figured I’d go up to 5 and check out that machine. A family walked up to the elevator heading down and we struck up a conversation. I told them how embarrassed I was to even say I lived in Virginia Beach knowing that this hotel was in my town and charging almost $200 for a nights' stay. I also told them that I was trying to find a bottle of water. The dad/husband told me not to bother going up to 5, that machine didn’t work either. So, I rode the elevator down to 3 with them. I quickly jumped off the elevator, tried the machine, found out it didn’t work and jumped back in the elevator. I then went down to the second floor, same thing. I ended up around the corner from the hotel at a BP. And this is almost worse than what I got from the hotel. A 20 ounce bottle of water cost more at the BP than it would have cost me if I could have grabbed one out of one of the hotel vending machines. But I grabbed a few and bought them back up to the room for later on. Something told me that I was gonna be thirsty by the end of the night.
After all this we decided to go grab a bite to eat. We walked out of the room and figured it would be shorter to just head down the staircase that was at that end of the hotel. The staircase smelled like a port-o-potty that’s been baking In the sun for a few months. It was dark and damp and really pretty nasty.
I now understand why there are Ramada’s and Ramada Limited’s. This hotel is called a Ramada Limited and I’m here to tell you. Limited is an understatement. I will never ever stay here again and I’ll never in a million years recommend that someone else stay here. It’s my personal opinion that this hotel should be razed and something a little better be put in it’s place.
I really didn't bother to check on this hotel prior to making the reservation because I trusted the name Ramada. Now, to me, the Ramada name is synonomous with EconoLodge, Motel 6 and Travelodge for the worst places in the U.S. to ever stay. I will say that the Econolodge looked like a much nicer hotel. But it was also about $50 more than the Ramada. Actually, EVERY hotel down on the oceanfront looked like a better place to stay than the Ramada.
So, if you visit Virginia Beach and plan on staying at the oceanfront. Please, take my advice and stay away from the Ramada!