The hotel was a quick drive to the falls, and the front desk was friendly enough, but our room was inexcusably filthy: Soot on the linens, hair in the tub, sunflower seeds trampled into the carpet, dead mosquitos pasted to the walls, a spot of caramelized urine adorning the toilet rim. We didn't dare open the drawers, for fear of what further repellent surprises we might find. From the looks of past reviews, used condoms would be a good bet. The switch on the desk lamp had been broken off, leaving a non-functional steel prong that was good only for bruising the fingers. And the thin walls allowed us to eavesdrop without effort, from the comfort of our own bed, on our neighbor's early morning television selections. Given the profusion of shabby motels down Niagara Falls Boulevard, the price was grossly out of line, particularly since not even a token effort had been made to keep the room superficially clean. I've stayed in worse, but not by much, and only at substantially lower prices.