The price was low. I was in town for a funeral--namely, my mother's, and had to book something fast and cheap. Enter the Bethpage Motel, Long Island's leading hotel for paper thin walls and zero customer service. My sister and her husband also stayed there, and their heat wouldn't shut off. When they called the front desk for assistance, they were asked which room they were in, it was "Oh, THAT room...well, that always happens in that room."
They offer coffee in the lobby with a Keurig coffeemaker. Fine, but you'd think they could go the extra mile and maybe provide their guests with Sweet n' Low or Splenda if they don't use sugar. Nope. I, myself, saw three different people working the front desk on three different shifts, and each one was more snotty than the next. The girl who was working the early morning shift on Sunday was busy chewing a mouthful of food while answering my question as to whether or not they had any creamer left for the coffee. "Yeah, but it's in the back room. Do ya want me to go get it?" No, I'd like to stand here and use the sweat from my hot flash in lieu of creamer, thank you very much.
Oh, before I end this review, we were also entertained by the very loud sounds of carnal knowledge going on in the room that separated our room from my sister's. We both heard it. When they renovated these rooms, as they apparently did, they should have INSULATED THE WALLS, because we even heard conversations going on in another room that sounded like they were talking in OUR room.
This review is complete. Elvis has left the building.