This post has been backlogged for months. I’ve finally managed to finish it up. — EO’C
2162 Market St. San Francisco, CA 94114
Photo by stewf.
Brad and I attended WordCamp (on behalf of Eventful) in August. I looked for hotels near the Swedish-American Hall and found two or three close by. Astonishing as it is to me now, the Perramont had the best-sounding reviews of the lot, and was practically next-door to boot. I booked us there and stopped worrying about it. (Keep in mind that I didn’t know much about San Francisco at the time, so I didn’t realize the neighborhood was bad, etc., etc.)
We quickly found that it’s not in the best part of town while on the way there in the taxi. We even had trouble finding the door — the sign is quite visible, but the door to the place is so nondescript that we simply overlooked it. The window in the door had a police sticker on it, and through it we could see a long, unadorned hallway that ended into a few steps leading to a metal security door. The door could easily have been to a local police station or something like that.
After being buzzed through the security door, we rounded the corner and found ourselves facing the reception desk, which is secured with plexiglass like some high-security bank. The girl behind the counter and I proceeded to have approximately the following conversation:
Hi, I have a reservation.
(immediately and without looking
Oh, you must be Theresa O’Connor.
I found this as confidence-inducing as it sounds. Hell, I half-expected her to ask how many hours we wanted the room for. Speaking of the room, it was small, about 8 or 9 feet on a side if that, with two twin beds, a TV, and a sink. The bathroom and the shower were shared with the entire floor. I don’t think I’ve ever stayed somewhere so sketchy, before or since.
If you’re looking for somewhere cheap to stay in the city, you’d be much better off in a hostel, or trying your luck on Priceline. But hey, at least it had a cool sign.