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6 reviews for Budget Inn-Patricia Hotel
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So, yeah, this place is definitely a "budget" motel. It is in one of the worst areas of town, but is right around the corner from the up and coming Gaslamp district. You can find "safer" streets to walk down to get to the Gaslamp other than Hastings. Hastings is a crack head's paradise! I got offered every drug imaginable as well as sex, all within a one block radius. All in all, I felt safe in the hotel, even if the lock on my door could have been picked with a toothpick. The staff was friendly, the room was basic and, for the most part, clean. Considering how much we saved on lodging, I may even stay there again. At least I got some awesome photos of hookers on the corner below as a souvenir!
Wow. The website made it look so nice. Boy was I wrong. The place was cheap but it was in the worst area of town. The walls were so paper thin, you can literally hear every conversation in the building. I couldn't sleep all night. My first trip to Vancouver (May 2008) was cut short by a day because I could not stand sleeping there for another night. I couldn't find another hotel so I just rescheduled my flight home. It was that bad.
This is a review of the hotel, not Vancouver. I love Vancouver! Lesson learned, however. Avoid east Vancouver at all cost.
uhhhhhhhh....
Should've researched a little more before booking here. Or, maybe, should've paid a hell of a lot more money to stay in a better part of town. But then I wouldn't have had the opportunity to keep a most memorable Vancouver experience, ever.
*Pulling over to park on the street*
"Oh. wow. Hey I guess this is it."
"Wait. Is that a HOoKer coming over to our car???"
*Yep. It was. She was joined at the hip by her PIMP. and, moments later, an old dude on a bicycle picked her up, put her on his handles and took her back to his lair*
"Oh my God. Get out. Let's go check in."
*Walking to the entrance*
"Ummm, looks like there's a girl that may (or may not) be dying on the street over here."
"heeeeellllooo?..........are you okay?"
"Moooooooooooooooan...."
"K, she's alive, there's a needle to her left which says she chose to feel like this, so let's just go"
*walking further, noticed 2 other individuals (not associated with the first street girl) passed out on the dark stuff*
Hotel Patricia is fine as a budget hotel. It's cheap, the front desk clerk is helpful, and our rooms had a clean bathroom. eh. This place is in a neighborhood full of whores, drug addicts, homeless drunks and car thieves. Oops, don't forget the cross-dressing trannies that look remarkably similar to that Dee Snyder dude. Staying here made for a stimulating experience!!! Awesomeness!
I've asked Yelp to offer 1/2 stars before, and they've yet to. So...
OFFICIAL YELP RATING OF BUDGET INN PATRICA HOTEL: 1/2 STAR
This was our first night in Canada, and our first ever time in Vancouver. WOW. So we got in at 2:30 am, kind of a bad time but nothing changed at 10 am. As we turn onto East Hastings, there are about 40 to 50 people per block. Homeless, homeless and drunk, prostitutes, people on many substances. The streets were dirty. I felt like I was in a bad movie. And the freaking taxi guy, who drove like a maniac, dropped me off at the CORNER! WTF? So we hightailed it in. At least they had to buzz us in. The front desk guy was nice, but get this. Hey blows his nose, says "Sorry, I have a cold" And then precedes to hand us our key. Seriously, am I on candid camera? Whatever, I want sleep badly. This place was teetering at 2 stars by now, and the room made it 1/2. No air conditioner.Dirty.Run down. Very very in need of a remodel. I understand this is a very old part of town, but a remodel is called that for a reason. Thankfully we didn't pay for this hotel, since it was our honeymoon. If we had, I would have asked for a refund in the morning. Oh the morning. So, I look outside in the morning (by the way, no coffee machine), so see a hooker walking (stumbling) from corner to corner. Sometimes she would sit with her legs out spread, doing something. Terrible terrible part of town. If you look up "bad areas of vancouver bc", east hastings is on the list. If the hotel was nice maybe I would give it 2 stars or maybe 3. Oh and I forgot, so in the morning, naturally, I wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. First, we go to get coffee and the free breakfast they said they had. It was like 3 minutes before they said breakfast ended, but they said they closed up. WTF? They opened it up for us, but very rudely and reluctantly. Then, I had them call us a cab. I don't live in a downtown, so I dont know how all this works. I go outside ready to hop into the damn thing to take me out. We waited inside for about 5 minutes,and outside for 2 minutes too damn long. I was honestly afraid of getting robbed. So I see a cab and hail it, not even sure if I'm doing it right. He pulls over, and I get in. The freaking front desk lady runs out, opens the door and says "Sir, they already called a cab and this isn't it. The cab is here". I say "It doesn't really matter" She very very rudely says "Well, you asked me to call you a cab and it does matter" and slams the door. Okay, please get me out of here now. So, the actual rating of this hotel should be no more than a 1/2 star, because I was given more than a cardboard box to sleep under. NEVER STAY HERE! Go to the Howard Johnson on Gransville. It is like 20-30 dollars more, but VERY WORTH IT! There is a really good pizza place across the street as well.
We stayed here in May 2005, and it must be the worst hotel stay I have ever had. Not because of the service, necessarily, the concierge was fine... but, good heavens, we almost ROASTED in this place. It's probably our fault, for planning a last minute visit and just booking a random room (turned out to just be Budget Room - again, our fault), thinking that we were going to be wandering around for most of the day and just need a room to spend the night in. Walking up to our room, with the rickety floors, though, we walked by a couple of open doors. One of those turned out to be right next door to us, with an electric fan banged up against the door and loud people inside. Honestly, I was a little freaked out. Within the room, we saw that the space between our double bed and the drawers was just about two inches - no idea how we were supposed to use those. There was a TV and a round fan. There was a small window, which we had to keep open the entire night. The bathroom was small enough that I could NOT change in there. The shower stall was also just barely big enough for standing room. Now I understand that we'd have a small bathroom - but I never imagined it would be THIS small.
So, probably through our own fault, we didn't have a good experience within our own room. Out on the hallway, I was a little freaked. The first floor - all ok.
We came out of this experience with important lessons - no matter how little time we THINK we're going to stay in a hotel, we have to make sure that the hotel comes with air conditioning... because apparently we are mistaken in thinking this is the current default in this day and age.
Looking at their website, they may have expanded their rooms this year. But I'm not curious enough to try staying there again.
OMFG! I feel like I know what it is like to be a crack whore now. This place is so disgusting. I stayed for less than 12 hours total. It was about $90 and made a jail cell look like the Ritz. It's true, I saw a hooker passed out with her head between her legs and her legs outstretched. It looked like this crazy dead hooker yoga pose. I saw her the next day though so she wasn't really dead, but a commanding performance!!! The room was a little bit larger than a Jeep Cherokee. Although they are all nonsmoking rooms, there were enough cigarette burns in the blankets to convinvce me no one else knew that. The windows don't close, it's 150 degrees all night, it is truely the red light district, nothing is around it and I don't know a single person that would dare to walk barefoot on the floor or squeeze into the airplane sized bathroom. They should have paid me to stay there or I at least deserve a reality series based off the experience. Wowie, I never felt more happy to be American in my life!!! (Also, detained at the boarder for over an hour and searched thoroughly and questioned relentlessly all to play their cheesy canadian weird bowling at the Comodore)
