the Marriott Courtyard in New Orleans—where hospitality takes a backseat to blank stares. Check-in was a thrilling 15-minute silent film, as staff stared at their screen, avoiding eye contact. Eventually, Madison, exuding all the warmth of a broken ice machine, informed us that our suite was unavailable. No apology, just a downgrade to a standard room—sweetened with a single drink at the bar as “compensation.” How generous.
Our new luxury accommodations welcomed us with the delightful aroma of moisture. The hotel? A charming relic of outdated décor, complete with five mismatched carpets on the fourth floor, elegantly held together by duct tape. The door frames are artfully scratched, and while someone tried updating the rooms, they clearly lost motivation halfway through—probably lured away by their free drink.
And the best part? We still paid a bargain of $700 CAD (taxes in) for this Mardi Gras masterpiece. If you love overpriced rooms, apathy, and the scent of disappointment, the Marriott Courtyard is your dream destination. Just be sure to savor that drink—it’s the best part of the stay.