Savannah Suites

 

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Brent S.

San Francisco, CA

My first clue was when my cab driver from the airport asked me why I was staying in such a bad neighborhood. Oh. Well, my answer was that when I'm staying in Midtown for business the first place I look is an awesome bed and breakfast called the Ansley Inn. Sadly, that place was closed for remodeling when I booked, so I hastily chose the cheapest thing that seemed to be in the same neighborhood. Seemed to be. The cabbie insisted on circling the block so I would see the 100 or so derelicts loitering around outside the homeless shelter at like 10:45pm. So that's right next door. We pulled up to the hotel and found that the office was closed. It closes at 9pm. In my book, that's a little weird. Very weird. So here I was, on the verge of being stranded in the ghetto with 4 big bags full of expensive equipment and nowhere to put it. Furthermore, white. Just then, when all seemed lost, there came an angel who appeared from around the corner. And O, what a visage. Her name was Kim. She was the nightwatch. I told her that I had a reservation, and she told me that she had not received this information from the front desk. I showed her the email I had, confirming that Orbitz had already charged my credit card for 3 nights. She immediately told the cab driver that I'd be taken care of, don't worry. She found me an empty room right away. Southern hospitality. I didn't get checked in. Didn't get a key. She just let me crash in this room and took down some of my information. I warily walked to a pub around the block to get a late dinner, and when I got back I found her to let me back into my room. She was so nice! That night, I checked the chain on my hotel room door lock, for the first time ever, I think. I killed about 6 cockroaches. I slept fine.

In the morning I checked out before even checking in. I called Orbitz, and because the experience had been so bad, they remarkably agreed to refund the 2 prepaid days, against their own policy. I scooted a couple miles up to the last available room in the three times as expensive Regency Suites. Much better. Obviously this place is a hellhole, and rather dangerous at that. But Kim was amazing! So friendly, so accommodating, so sweet...the one redeeming quality of the Savannah Suites is Kim, and I'm sure by the time you are reading this she will have moved on to a job that is more worthy of her value, so there is nothing at all left for you at this hotel.

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