I loved this hotel – almost completely. The location there in Chattanooga was great, although I didn’t have any time to get out and about myself. The room was immaculately clean, the sheets were like butter, and the staff was super nice.
I said “almost completely” for a reason. When we popped out of bed to have breakfast in the hotel lobby, we grabbed some biscuits and gravy (a pretty standard hotel “lobby breakfast”) we were met by a nice man who offered to pour our coffee.
And then something strange happened. He asked, “How many will be on this ticket?”
Which now? This isn’t a complimentary breakfast? We sure didn’t see a sign anywhere, but it was fine and we would be happy to pay for breakfast if that’s the way the Hilton Garden Inn in Chattanooga wanted to play it.
FINE, that is, until we were presented with our bill for the one biscuit I had with gravy and about the same amount of food JD had on his plate.
FORTY AMERICAN DOLLARS for the world’s smallest breakfast that looked NO DIFFERENT than any other hotel breakfast we’ve ever had – and we’ve stayed in a LOT of hotels just in this last year alone.
I’m gonna give the Hilton Garden Inn in Chattanooga, TN three out of five possible Sweet Cookies because it sure felt to me like we’d been straight up robbed right in their lovely lobby.