Luna A.
Yelp
Long, detailed, truthful. I'll put this on other sites and report Pelham to the Better Business Bureau. Let no wrong go unaddressed.
Disturbance, bullying, abuse... come to Pelham, it got you covered.
Last night a couple moved in and had a violent, long fight well into 3 am, screaming, cursing, thrashing, door slamming, hitting... Tired from a long day with a migraine and fear of violence, I didn't drag myself out of bed to investigate till I'd reached my limit and called the front desk, told her what was up, I was miserable, please silence them, and I wanted my refund for the night since the hotel clearly failed to keep the quiet and peace so late at night.
Staff A responded with a very defensive attitude - she did what she could, it was not her fault, if I called her earlier she would've called the police (though she already got other complaint calls before me according to herself), there was nothing she could do for me, etc. I didn't buy any of it, so she finally said she'd leave a note to a manager Kanya who'd help me the day. I dozed off.... then A called me through on my room phone and asked me if the couple next door was still making noises, essentially waking me up again and dragged me out of bed to answer the phone because she couldn't be bothered coming upstairs to check. But enough about the bad appetizer, here comes the sh*t entree.
Came morning I met Kanya who said she'd tell an even higher up manager to help me out and he'd come in later today. I asked exactly when he'd come in? She just said later today for sure. It sounded promising and her attitude was fine so I went on with my day. I came back later, couldn't find that higher up manager, found a nightmare instead.
I don't know her name yet; she refused to give it even when the police asked for it when I was on the phone with them, but I'll update it asap hopefully. Overweight black woman, huge head, doughy swollen face, big blonde hair, real long fake lashes and nails.
Unwary, I went up to... let's call her B, and asked for the manager. B said she knew nothing about last night in a most dismissive tone, then rolled her eyes and sneered "He's at home" when I asked where the manager was. But she failed to brush me off; I briefed her on the incident and asked her where and when I'd see the manager then. She simply said he'd be here tomorrow morning, and that sounded familiar to the promise I got from Kanya, so I told her I'd like to get answers now since I was promised to be taken care of and I'm catching a flight tomorrow and won't have time to wait in case the manager wasn't in again.
Her response was simply telling me to leave her front desk, then she picked up a random phone call. Confused, I repeated my request while she was on the phone; she sneered and mumbled about me to whoever at the other end of the phone, and at some point she suddenly raised her voice at me and yelled: " Please do not curse at me!" I asked her when I ever cursed at her, and she stared at me blankly: "You used the eff word." Although I didn't use a single bad word. She just lied in my face.
I stood my ground, rebutted her lie and repeated my request, so she called someone, sneered and mumbled, then told me I'd "get refunded in the morning". I asked to know the refund amount and to get a refund confirmation; she snapped at me saying she neither knew nor cared. I asked she to call back and get the info I reasonably requested, so she did - or so it seemed, this time telling me all I'd get back was a $19 resort fee and I had to get my refund from my booking site, not the hotel (I suspect she pretended to be on the phone this time because she hanged up within seconds and named the wrong booking site- she said Expedia, mine was Agoda).
I'd had enough and told her this wasn't right and I refused to be bounced from one party to another trying to get my compensation. B gave me a great line: LEAVE MY DESK OR I'LL CALL 911 AND THEY'LL ESCORT YOU OUT, rendering me dumbfounded for a sec, but you've probably guessed by now, I stood my ground again.
So she "called the police", said one line: "444 Common st.", then immediately hanged up. Having called the real police before I knew she faked it. Disgusted and angry, I actually called the police. When I was on the phone she was contemptuous at first, but as my conversation with the police started she became enraged: "AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED PACK YOUR BAG YOU'RE NOT STAYING TONIGHT!" After failing to scare me with cops, she chose to threaten to kick me out; the realization made me physically sick but I went through with the call and waited in the lobby for the police. Now B had oddly quieted down, crouching behind her desk like nothing happened. I eventually called off the police because by then I knew how to get my money back easily and I refused to let my night go to complete waste for a toxic lowlife.
My first time in NOLA, my last time in Pelham. People beware.