You know that feeling when you order something off Instagram, expecting luxury, but what arrives screams "budget bin Temu"? That's this hotel. The Notebook Miami Beach is the physical embodiment of false advertising. It's as if their PR team spent all their budget on Photoshop classes, because the actual place looks like the polar opposite of the online pictures.
The rooms? Think "chic" meets "shabby"—but without the chic. Dirty carpets, peeling paint, and furniture that looks like it moonlights as props for a horror movie. The service? Non-existent. You'd have better luck getting a response from a ghost than from the staff here. And the amenities? What amenities? If you're lucky, you'll find a fridge that works and an air conditioner that doesn't sound like it's auditioning for a role in Transformers.
The whole experience is like stepping into a time machine—except instead of going back to the glamorous Art Deco era of Miami Beach, you land in a rundown motel from the 80s. The only thing "timeless" about this place is the regret you'll feel for booking it.