It looks unassuming from the outside but a marvel inside and at a very reasonable price. The host was super friendly in recommending a place to eat. The room was superb. It was an efficiency. Everything was spotless. It was a great place to unwind after a day traveling. Well positioned for visiting Zion. We couldn't have been more pleased. There were multiple restaurant options in the immediate vicinity.
Ppaulitajohnson1970Return home from Moab to Las Vegas to fly back to Georgia from on my honeymoon . This was a very clean , nicely decorated and big room
SSchylur HallHad a great experience for our first time using trip and loved the quality of the room and the vines from the location definitely recommend this place if you're in the area!
SspecklesNoisy room because we were in a connecting room and the door between the rooms is possibly a hollow core door. We could hear everything going on next door, but luckily they turned off the blasting TV by 10 PM. Otherwise the room was a typical Super 8 room. Clean and big enough. I had to move the small standing lamp to the table so I could eat and read the paper. The toilet jiggles. Maybe needs repositioning or something, but as always, we are happy here because we can drive up to the door and unload and we can have pets. The room was clean and they have a breakfast.
You're probably seeking a good deal, a place solely for a night's rest. The price is enticingly low, almost the cost of two rooms at another motel. The online images seemed satisfactory, and the businesslike man on the phone secured your reservation. With a contented sigh, you relish the savings and anticipate the charm of the retro neon SANDS sign. As you head to bed, thoughts of the quaint motel and your thrifty decision lull you to sleep with a faint smile. However, upon arrival, the alluring glow of the SANDS sign fades. The front office, more of a storage closet, hints that your economical choice from last month might have been a misstep. Remembering the other appealing motels you passed, you question the extent of this mistake. It turns out to be worse than anticipated. The air smells of antiquity, and the distant tunes from a scratchy radio echo through the corridors, whisking you back to a bygone era. This place seems like a business where profits aren’t reinvested. The image that comes to mind is someone squeezing an orange for its juice, then relentlessly crushing it to extract every last drop, leaving the rind a messy pulp. That’s precisely what this motel feels like. To add to the dismay, the continental breakfast turns out to be waffles and juice next door at the Coronado. The torn and stained beds, absence of microwaves except in the front office, paper-thin blankets necessitating a perpetually low, noisy AC, and the overall dirt and dilapidation all remind you that this is indeed the town’s cheapest stay.