So last weekend, a little Padres baseball staycation weekend, hosting SF Giants. I decided on Horton Grand Hotel, not because it’s on the same corner as Fluxx, rather its general Gaslamp proximity. That and the Victorian Era hotel seemed to have an old-timey, baseball-y feel. For $300/night, I wasn’t imagining I’d be pampered, but modest conveniences were expected. Plan was…arrive Friday, check out Sunday morning, attend Friday and Saturday games. I roll up Fri evening to the valet area expecting a reasonable hotel-guest parking rate, perhaps free. Nope.
“It’s $25/night,” valet tells me. “Sunday checkout? — $50,” he says. “Wow. It’d’ve been cheaper to park at home, and cab to/from this place,” I tell him, half-hoping he’d be sensible, maybe negotiate to, saayyy… $30. Nope. Since parking on the street is free between 6p-8a, I parked there instead. Saturday morning I paid $8 for a 12hr spot one block away.
Before heading to the game, I moved my car back onto the street and popped a few coins in the meter to get it to 6p. Sooo, instead of $50, I paid $9. Boom, that’s five  extra overpriced beers at Petco. Checking in, I asked about Wifi, since a $300 nightly rate must include Wifi, right? Wrong. $10/day. Dumb. If you’re not sensing my escalating frustration, let me be clear, a single eyelid is twitching while the check-in clerk explains $0.75 local-call charges. The A/C, while quite loud, did keep the room cool. The really good news is that it wasn’t coin-operated as I’d expected. Friggin nickel ‘n dimers. The room itself was expansive. A big, open floor space without the clutter of such things as appropriately-sized furniture. Here’s Room 442… at its finest.
The room did have a microwave, too bad I forgot to pack my Orville Reddenbachers, so that amenity went unused. And despite not expecting to spend time TV-lounging, it was laughable (with plummeting panel tv costs) that the Horton Grand folks decided to stick with a mid-1990s 25” Zenith tube model.
One thing I’m sure of… Horton did not use their TV savings to upgrade their decorative silk plants, as the artificial-est looking artificial plant was set atop the dresser. I had to double-check the brochure to verify I wasn’t in the Howard Johnson Grand.
The uncapped sprinkler directly above the bed was not just unsightly, I fully expected to see a large spider (or scorpion or mouse) crawl out, take a look around, then cruise down to enjoy the room with me.
MMmm, Room Service… that sounds good, I’ll have that. Saving a few bucks by choosing some ESL sign-makers? Investing those savings into… word-of-mouth campaign they’re receiving right here, I’d say. Do yourself a favor… if you’re staying downtown SD, there’re plenty of other fine choices. If you must choose here, don’t forget the microwave popcorn.