Going retro means more than paint on cinderblock and furniture bought as other hotels go out of business. It means art, it means shag rugs, it means memories of the past.
They also charged me *six* deposits, almost caused a bank overdraft, I couldn't change hotels, the traffic at all hours was awful and you could hear it clearly in their rooms. Handicapped room was hardly sufficient, I felt trapped in miserable conditions plus there was no hotel restaurant anymore. There used to be. I had stayed there thirty-five years ago, I think the mattresses were the same ones.
The only bright spot was the last who checked me out. I liked her. Not the gentleman who kept pacing all over and wouldn't listen to me when he was at the front desk.