Jeanine Gallagher, visited July 2006
Horroroseus -- the new word our family made up to describe the "Nick Hotel." Save your time and money. It is not the Nick you see on TV. In fact, I won't be surprised if Nickolodeon gets smart and ousts Holiday Inn's "management team."
We saw human excrement poolside as numerous teenaged employees ignored the caddyshack they saw so they could continue to exploit their commissions. Absent Guest Relations Management that sends in surrogates to speak to the disenfranchised, only to break the verbal agreement that their substitutes made while disparaging their own employees. (I wasn't the only one waiting to talk to the manager.)
One elevator that is painfully slow (literally 5 minutes each time the button is pressed) so the better choice is to take the stairs despite the pooled water/slippage potential, boomeranging kids and blisters from climbing 5 flights in flip flops. Coffee pots that don't work. Employees that disappear when you ask for help.
Despite the fact that you have already invested an average man's take home pay for a one night stay, you are compelled to spend more for frivolous trinkets at the "mall" that you are hearded into while they take 2 hours to check you in. Of course you pay the $15 for your child to color a thin, cheaply constructed tee shirt -- what else is there to do? The food is mediocre and overpriced.