Berkshire Inn — Hotel in Pittsfield

This place is advertised as an inn but it is a motel...for an inn price. We used afterpay and couldnt rebook somewhere else (so if you're budgeting definitely do your research--whoops.) Our first room smelled like cat litter and the bathroom was musty. We requested a new room, which smelled better until we found an open crawl space with a door that wouldn't close, filled with spiderwebs and a big hole in the floor. I didn't want to find out what could crawl up from there at night lmaaooo, so we showed this to the man behind the desk who literally: "😲", and got a 3rd room. It was less overtly bizarre than the other two but the air quality was bad and it smelled like smoke. The bathroom was actually sweet, the water pressure was excellent. They have a pool which looked beautiful but it was locked. They claim to offer continental breakfast but they don't, they served coffee though, which was good! The creamer went bad though so I had it black. The couch had build up stains (something only a wet-vacc could clean), so I didnt sit on or put my belongings on it; and the carpets also needed to be wet-vacced, my socks turned grey on the bottoms, I really wish I packed sandals. The housekeeping attendant was nice and clearly tries to keep the place sanitary but these rooms require deep maintenance and restructure of management. 3 min drive from downtown, 15 min walk. Cute surrounding neighborhood. Cute gaming store across the street if you like DnD and...

Let’s leave aside the fights in the parking lot, that this is really a MOTEL and not an “inn” – but that nonetheless, we sure weren’t charged “motel” prices – the surly clerk who claimed falsely that there wasn’t a WiFi password, that the room didn’t merely have horrible decor but smelled like it hadn’t been aired out in a month, and that housekeeping was indifferent about requests to spruce up. We were booked for three nights, and on the day before checkout, while I was napping, my wife was sitting in front in one of the plastic chairs provided. And a fellow ambles right up to her, and without so much as a hello or an introduction starts chattering at her ... punctuated by asking her when she was checking out.

Being no fool, she declined the bait, and replied that she would check out when she was ready to check out. And he answered “You leave today!” And she then notices his walkie-talkie and keys, and squints some, and recognizes the surly clerk ... and answers that she’s due to check out the next day. And he repeats that she was leaving that day, and she repeats that she’s due to check out the next day, and furthermore that we prepaid for three nights. And he answers “We’ll see!” and stalks off.

I have booked a number of trips over Expedia the last couple of years, but this is the only place I’d never touch again with a...

Dank, airless room. Filthy. Stained furniture that looks like something you'd find offered free on the side of the road. Drafty door doesn't seal. No heat. Apparently the thermostat is just a wall ornament.||||The only natural light filters in through a small dirty window overlooking the rear parking lot, covered with what looks like an old x-ray apron. ||||An odd stench hangs in the air. Is it vomit or coconut scented disinfectant? Or both?||||This room has all the charm of a Peruvian prison, or a State Police holding cell. Only glaring overhead lightning is available, so it's either lights on or lights off. Not even a coffee maker, but I would use one here anyway if it was certified sterile.||||This hellscape is overseen by a disinterested older couple with bad teeth and a lack of English fluency. Maybe they assume that a man traveling alone is consorting with prostitutes, because that's the mood that this room evokes. The Hooker Suite. I half expected to find a dead hooker in the bathroom. ||||If this hotel is your only option, sleep...