My husband and I had a less than stellar four-night stay here. As we entered the lobby, we were greeted by the aroma of stale cigarette smoke. This would become a familiar smell, one that has literally worked its way into the fabric of this shabby property a few miles from downtown Portland. Although the smoking rooms are on the first floor, the smell permeated the hotel, invading our room on the second floor.
The room was spacious but clearly had not been thoroughly cleaned since about 2002. A dusty film covered all surfaces--the dresser, the TV, both nightstands, and the table--and the window sill was filthy. The bathroom was in a better state and looked to have been recently remodeled, but we were disappointed to find a wall-mounted soap and shampoo dispenser instead of shampoo bottles and soap. I like to take the bottles and reuse them.
Our main complaint was that our room was not serviced for two days. On both days, we left for the day before 11:30 a.m. and were careful to leave the "Housekeeping Please" card in the key card slot. Because at least one housekeeping cart stood somewhere in the hallway at all times, we figured someone would service the room in the 10-plus hours we were gone. Silly us! On Day 2 (actually, the night of Day 2), we talked to the reception person, who grimaced and smacked her forehead. Apparently this had happened before. She couldn't do much for us but send someone to our room with a pile of clean linens and towels.
And now for the breakfast. We've stayed at a few Best Westerns now, and usually the continental breakfast is decent. The breakfast here was bare-bones: only three types of dry cereal; a strange, futuristic dome full of cold hard-boiled eggs; stale doughnuts; bread and English muffins that you toast yourself (OK, no complaints there); and, my personal favorite, a stainless steel vat of vanilla yogurt. The breakfast attendant, a surly woman with unrestrained long hair, complained to us about the din in the breakfast room, which was due to elderly women speaking loudly to each other. She also had a tear along the inside seam of her pants. This did not contribute to our morning appetites. To be fair, the coffee (Douwe Egberts) was quite good, and the muffins weren't bad. But we really could have done without the view of the attendant's inner thigh.
Pros: The reception staff were generally helpful, and the hotel is within walking distance of the MAX (Yellow Line Delta Park/Vanport stop); plenty of parking; free shuttle to the airport; nearby restaurants, although nothing fancy (Shari's, a Chinese joint, another place with a bar); inexpensive; free wireless Internet in all rooms, and one public computer in the lobby; good people watching. Cons: This is manifestly not a well-managed property. Rooms not well cleaned; housekeeping infrastructure in shambles; highway noise; sub-par continental breakfast.
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