But the Liberty Inn, and for all its sexual cheesiness, does have one thing going for it -- it's surprisingly clean. When Zach and I carefully inspected the bedspread with our handy-dandy black light, we were unable to spot a single stain of any kind. You go, housekeepers! But, we can't say as much for the rest of the room -- the tub looked like it could use a good bleaching and like it hadn't been used since and we found a questionable spot on one of the room's chairs.
I guess getting freaky at the Liberty Inn isn't just reserved for the bed? As for the rest of the bathroom, well, let's just say we didn't pay much mind to it. Was def not going to use that toilet, even though I totally had to pee. And as far as the hot tub, well, the instructions were so complicated I should have brought one of our computer engineers along instead of said reporter.
I did use the bathroom and its embarrassingly small toiletries , though, to viciously scrub my hands clean till they practically bled.
And still left laughing, somehow. See the full review and photos on Oyster.
