Hotel Juliet in downtown Lafayette promised a picture of comfort and hospitality but delivered an entirely different reality. From the moment I stepped into the lobby, it was as though cleanliness had taken an indefinite leave of absence. The decor, which might have once held a certain vintage charm, now felt like a museum of neglect, with each piece of furniture telling a tale of a bygone era when standards were not just optional but altogether absent.
The room itself was an anthology of horrors. The pervasive smell of vomit emanating from the air conditioner was a jarring welcome, a sharp contrast to the usual sterile, sometimes overly fragrant greeting one expects. The carpet squelched with a questionable dampness beneath my feet, suggesting a swamp-like ecosystem thriving beneath its threads.
As for the furniture, to say it would be rejected by Goodwill would be an insult to second-hand shops everywhere. Each piece seemed to compete for the title of the most stained, worn, and forgotten. The mere thought of resting upon any of them required a suspension of disbelief and a strong stomach.
To call Hotel Juliet a 'dump' feels almost generous. It is a place where expectations go to wither, where the mere concept of comfort is as foreign as the idea of a clean surface. I left feeling in dire need of a shower and a refund, neither of which I held any hope of receiving. This hotel is not a diamond in the rough; it is simply rough. I cannot recommend this establishment, not ev