Guest User
May 15, 2024
Ah, the Tru Hotel in Radford, my trusty Hilton haven. It's been my go-to spot for a weekly recharge, a place where I can hang my hat and pretend I'm not living out of a suitcase. The desk staff? They're like the Avengers of hospitality, always ready to swoop in and save the day with a smile. And don't even get me started on the location – it's like the Goldilocks of convenience, just right by Radford College and perfectly snuggled up next to Interstate 81. But, alas, even the mightiest heroes have their off days. My last stay? Let's just say it was more like a comedy of errors than a relaxing getaway. Picture this: the bathroom drain decides to channel its inner sewage treatment plant, unleashing an aroma that could peel paint off the walls. And as if that weren't enough, I step into the shower only to find a few mysterious strands of hair hanging out like party crashers on the soap dispenser and shower wall. Now, I may be bald, but I assure you, I didn't invite those guys to the party. It pains me to say it, but this time around, the room just didn't sparkle like the diamond in the rough I've come to expect. It's got me questioning whether Tru of Radford will remain my faithful home away from home. Will I be back? Only time will tell. But for now, I'll be keeping my fingers crossed and my nose plugged – just in case.