Rodeway Inn

Bare minimum. When you leave a one star review on Google Maps, it asks you why you "hated" the place. What I feel for Rodeway Inn isn't hate; it's the deepest form of pity wrapped in a tortilla of disgust. The toilet seat wobbled, the water in the shower had just enough pressure to clear the shower head, but that was all; instead of straight lines to whatever proverbial body stood beneath them, the streams of sadness began a sad, steep curve downward toward the tub. The walls are paper thin and our neighbor decided to dry their hair at 10:45pm. Sure. Pillows were undersized, but just big enough to make the bed appear made when it was all tucked together. Another reviewer mentioned a fridge in their room. Not so in ours. Breakfast was really quite subpar; Frosted Flakes, toast, boiled eggs, and an automatic pancake maker that miraculously makes cardboard!! All in all, everything here was done to a standard of "bare minimum" and yet costs as much as a 4 star hotel in downtown Minneapolis. Last note: don't take your kids along for check-in; the staff is barely clothed when they attend to customers. Astonishingly unprofessional, yet still in line with the theme: bare minimum.