Hurray for Hollywood
We left San Diego on Wednesday to find the Western-most end of Route 66, taking in a little of the Pacific Highway before we reached the approach to the Los Angeles area. A little over 128 miles later, my new SatNav delivered us safely to the foyer of the Best Western Highland Avenue in West Hollywood. Although the hotel was clean, comfortable, and excellently located only a few hundred yards from Hollywood’s “Walk of Fame”, it was in need of much maintenance…
- The pool heating was being repaired during the first few hours of our stay;
- The jacuzzi didn’t work at all on our first night;
- The toilet bowl filled literally to the brim on first flush (no solids deposited, thankfully!);
- The fridge was unbearably noisy, and had to be unplugged in order to sleep;
- The next morning, the toilet flooded the bathroom — As soon as I saw the water coming out from under the bathroom door, I heroically leapt over the escaping Mersey goldfish with my bare feet and held the flush valve closed until the maintenance arrived again. Apparently, I had used too much toilet paper. I assured the gentleman that I had used no more or less than at any of the other dozens of hotels whose facilities I had enjoyed without incident, and that I for one aim to have a clean behind before pulling my pants back up. He was not amused.
Toilet misadventures aside, I still recommend the hotel based on its reasonable price (for LA), heated pool (when it was working), cooked breakfast and free parking (the hotel next door was charging residents an additional $20 per night per vehicle!). Be sure to avoid room 336 though! Unless you are a plumber, or have a pair of rubber boots with you 