J D
Google
Check-in felt less like an arrival and more like a test of endurance. At 11:30 a.m. I was confidently assured the room was ready, only for the key system to expose that it absolutely was not. Apologies were paired with a drink ticket, as if a cocktail could substitute for a functioning reservation. I left for lunch, received a 1:00 p.m. text declaring the room ready, returned promptly, and was met with, “I don’t know who sent you that,” and another delay. An additional promise of “just one more hour” turned into yet another text 30 minutes later. Only then, after a full afternoon of circular messaging and shifting stories, was I finally allowed into the room.
The property itself feels frozen in time, and not in a charming, historic way. The hallways and carpets are visibly soiled and worn, giving the entire building an air of long-deferred maintenance and neglect. Accessibility is not merely an afterthought, it is a barrier. A flight of 10–15 stairs stands between guests and entry, and anyone unable to manage them must summon staff to deploy a ramp. For a wheelchair user, this setup is not just inconvenient, it is undignified and exclusionary.
Security is virtually nonexistent. Elevators can be accessed without a keycard, which means anyone can wander the property freely. For a hotel in a major tourist city, that is not just outdated, it is deeply concerning.
The room itself was shockingly small, closer to a broom closet than a guest room. Dust coated the surfaces. Extension cords snaked across the space in multiple places, creating obvious fire hazards. The bathroom was barely functional, with almost no usable counter space. The toilet was so poorly positioned that sitting normally was impossible, the toilet paper holder pressed against your knee, forcing you to angle your body sideways just to use it. It was not simply uncomfortable, it was absurd.
To add insult to injury, the pool and rooftop amenities were closed during one of the busiest times of the year, eliminating what little value the stay might have offered.
I come to New Orleans at least four times a year, and this was, without question, one of the most disappointing hotel experiences I have had. I will never stay at the Omni Royal again, and I have already begun steering colleagues, friends, and even locals away from it.