What could be more ideal than a "hotel" featuring six lanes of heavy traffic a mere 30 feet from your door and a freight and passenger train marshalling yard behind you, such that the entire place rumbles and shakes like an underground bunker during an air raid? It's filthy, with all the surfaces --walls, floors, doors, windows-- smeared with grease and fouled with road grime. It's one step up from a sleeping bag curbside at the greyhound station, but that's the best that can be said for it. It's a disgrace, and the marvel of it is, that Howard Johnson allows its name to be affixed to a dump like this.Ignore all talk of nonsense like "free parking" --NOBODY in their right mind would pay to park here; all you're doing is inviting a car break-in-- and that is is "no frills" and so on; this is not a hotel, it is a last resort/desperate recourse for the almost dead-broke. Avoid this place at all costs.
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