TL;DR Spoiler - Your local meth cook probably has a nicer airbnb to offer you. Avoid this place like the plague it very well may carry.
You would assume (hopefully rightfully so) that for $120 a night a "hotel" would come with such amenities as a bathroom door that closes all the way, a blanket on the bedding, or even just simply being cleaned before you arrive. Not so at the Tropicana!
Here you can enjoy a cramped room in a dilapidated building, cheaply furnished in the early 2000's with 90's furniture (that was assuredly bought used) and hasn't been disturbed since. Behind that cheap door with only a handle lock is a roaches paradise! "Well" insulated with dirty single pane windows that open ALL the way, don't lock or have screens blocking your enjoyment of the concert that is the street below at night. It also features an 11th floor balcony just large enough to stand on with plenty of gaps a toddler or pupper could go base jumping through.
Stained off yellow ceilings accent pealing ?pink? wallpaper over a splotchy green carpet and crooked tile. The stained motif expands to encompass all aspects of the decor, dominating each bare wall, cupboard shelf, and lamp shade proudly.
The excessively cramped kitchenette boasts a mostly working fridge, small range, beaten to hell countertop, sink that works, dirty microwave, and the leaky coffee maker that even value village had trouble selling. You can eat on cheaper-than-Ikea flatware using mismatched dull cutlery that would ma