Chaviva G.
Yelp
I've given myself several days to cool down after returning from a trip where I spent two nights here with some friends. I had the highest of hopes for this cute, quaint little place, especially since it's right across the street from where one of my best friends lives. And up to a point it was a dream come true. And then, well, things quickly fell apart and I have to say that I've never -- ever -- had an experience at any hotel, motel, inn or otherwise like I had here. So turn around and walk away after your read this review, or proceed at your own caution.
The house is beautiful. I have no qualms with the house in all its knick-knacky glory. There's also a beautiful dog named Oscar who resides here, and he's as friendly as the day is long. My initial reaction upon arriving was excitement. The innkeeper was incredibly friendly, showed me to my room and went on his merry way. I dropped my things and went across the street. Hop forward to about 11 p.m. that evening when the rest of my crew arrived -- with one extra person.
In any hotel situation, this would not have been a problem. They sprawl out on the floor and call it a day. So one person slept on the floor, one on the rollaway, and two of us on the set of twin beds. It was a comfy set-up, and we didn't think it would be a problem. After all, we were already paying an exorbitant amount for the room as was. We got up in the morning, three of us showered, and three of us ate -- we weren't about to taken advantage of the situation because of the extra body. We probably spent about an hour -- with breaks in between -- occupying the shared bathroom in the hallway. I knew there was one guy down the hall, but no one ever knocked or notified us that we were using up too much time in the bathroom.
We went about our day, enjoyed the city, and came back early that evening and collapsed in our room, cozy as it was, to rest before dinner. And then came the knock at the room door.
I have never in my life been treated so poorly by a hotel/inn/motel/b&b owner in my life. The scene that followed was absolutely shocking, and to this day I'm not really sure how exactly something like this could have happened.
The innkeeper proceeded to chastise us for taking advantage of them, telling us that they were very upset that we had four people staying in the room ("we would never, ever have four people in this room," he said shaking intensely). He got after us for leaving their blankets on the floor ("now I have to wash these," he said, making me wonder -- don't they have to wash them anyway?), not to mention chastising us for spending all morning in the bathroom leaving the other patrons to not be able to use the facilities (no one ever knocked on the door, and really, it wasn't even a full hour of usage, and there were plenty of breaks in between our usage). He also got after us for eating breakfast (only three of us -- the paying people -- ate their breakfast). He wouldn't let us get a word in edgewise, we couldn't explain that the last-minute addition was just that -- last minute. Would he have preferred we woke him up at 11 p.m. to say "Hey, do you have a spare room for our friend?" After all, there are limits to the check-in time.
The extra girl tried to explain herself, but this innkeep was not having it. He was shaking like a leaf, upset that we'd taken advantage of them in "their home." I was absolutely blown away. Just completely shocked. He said he wasn't "kicking" her out, but that it would probably be best for her to find someplace else to stay (so she did). It ruined our night -- literally. We went out to dinner and our moods were just filled with shock and anger, so we came right back home and didn't enjoy our last night out in Philly. Two of the girls had stress dreams about the situation and I lost sleep over figuring out how the interaction would be when I was paying upon our departure the next day. We didn't bother to get up and eat breakfast (shame?) and we spent as little time as possible in the bathroom that morning as to not upset the other guests and/or our "hosts."
I will note a few things. This place has ants. The bathroom on the second floor was crawling with them near the toilet. The first night the girl sleeping in the roll-away woke up with bug bites on her neck, as well. I just can't express enough how worth it it would be for you to stay at a Motel 6 or some other hotel/motel/inn in Philly. These innkeepers obviously didn't truly weigh the whole "we're opening our home to other people so we can't get all stuffy when G-d forbid they accidentally leave a blanket on the floor" thing.
So walk away. Just walk away. Quaint and cute are not worth dealing with overzealous innkeepers who watch your every move, listen for you to come in so that they can chastise you and float around you at all hours of the day.