World's Only Hotel with an Attack Dog Front Desk Clerk Who May/May Not Honor Your Booking & May/May Not Double-Bill You
If you aren't depressed and traumatized when you walk in the lobby of the Pendleton Radisson, you will be. There's no finer way to ruin your trip and mental health than trying to extract a room key from this hotel's front desk, a place that you quickly realize feels more like a law enforcement interrogation room than something related to the hospitality industry. This Radisson features a surly prison guard for a front desk clerk and you can't help but notice the police state vibe when you quickly discover that your reservation may or may not be honored-- but you will be thoroughly cross-examined and investigated. Bring a lawyer, your best anger management strategies, and a back-up hotel reservation to the interrogation in case you're denied entry. Get ready, tired traveler, because you're about to play the Pendleton Radisson's terrifying, new game, "A Radisson Stay or the Highway?" Good luck.
As a special arrival gift, the Pendleton Radisson is pleased to offer both a brutal tongue lashing and what appears to perhaps be a dirty dose of lasting retribution. That's how I met Officer Janelle, the mean, mean, mean prison guard/desk clerk who will rip you a new one if you so much as breathe. Not only did she take more than 25 excruciating minutes to check me in, she grilled me about every single detail of check in. Despite me waving a print-out of my reservation, she initially denied me check in! Why? Because even though I have the same last name as my husband, the same address, plenty of ID, and a complete print-out of our booking, she announced that she wasn't able to complete check-in because the booking showed my husband's first name instead of mine.
But wait! There's more. Her next objection focused on the fact that my the final 4 digits of my credit card number was different from the 4 final digits of my husband's card-- even though the rest of the digits were the same-- as is typical when you have two credit cards on the same account like many/most husbands and wives. Of course, she would not allow my husband to text me his credit card image or his ID to show her that we are two married people simply trying to have a place to sleep after many hours of driving. Nope, she decreed, I had to wait for him to arrive to check in. The only other option she'd allow was that I could be given a room key contingent on the requirement that he report in person upon his arrival to the front desk for ID verification. No, she didn't care that he was at an event miles away that was scheduled for many more hours, and he had no car with him. So, guess what we did instead of going right to dinner. We reported to the front desk for a thorough ID and credit card inspection as she demanded. She was just that intimidating and we were worried what she might do to us if we didn't promptly comply with the directive.
After the first 15 minutes of animosity, I very quietly and politely asked her to "stop being a bit mean," and she replied like an irritable middle schooler: "You were mean first!" When I said, you're the professional and the host and I'm asking you to simply treat me with a shred of kindness, that seemed to fire up her aggressiveness even more and she doubled down on berating me.
And the cherry on top of this giant crap sundae? She apparently accidently??-- or on purpose??-- billed us twice for staying there, forcing us to fight and beg and plead with both the local hotel and corporate for weeks to get the duplicate room charges refunded.
If you're looking to have a truly miserable, unending check-in ordeal, accompanied by an intimidating verbal smack-down, and topped off by protracted begging to remove accidental or retaliatory duplicate charges, then the Pendleton Radisson is the hell hole for you.