As passionate member of the “very worst motels” club, I’ve spent years searching for the best worst motels. Found it! Now, I can die happy. No customer service. Motel door meared with years of greasy hand-prints. The room smelled faintly of b.o. and oil, my feet, on the bathroom floor, when lifted, stuck ever so delightfully, the air conditioner only worked on high so I alternately baked and froze all night. Free breakfast was…corn chips with multiple misspelled signs directing one ton only eat in the filthy, trash-strewn breakfast area. I edged on a gag-reflex for so long I slept on top of the covers with my clothes on. If you're picky, and your other option is to sleep in your car, the car is the luxury option in this case. However, if you revel in stoic self-flagellated and grossing yourself out, this $160 experience is a five-star.