Super 8 Motel – Biloxi

Don’t stay here. We stayed here trying to save money. The air conditioner sounded like a semi truck and didn’t work all that well. Train track near by blowing its whistle. Dirty carpet. Bed went down hill and was lumpy. Pillows were a joke! Blow dryer broken… I didn’t bring mine. My husband can hardly move this morning due to the lousy bed. Probably would not feel any worse if we had slept in our car! Heading out to try the continental breakfast… pretty sure we’ll be sorry!

The quality definitely does NOT match the price or the price we paid anyway. It wasn’t cheap. Our room was not completely clean when we checked in. The bathroom has no vent or air and the furniture is antiquated. I will say they were very prompt in responding to our request for towels and in removing the clothes left over from the previous guests. You might however want to request an adult room because ours must have been designed for kids. The shower head was at my shoulder and I am only 5’5″. I also had to bend down to wash my hands because the sink was so short.

I’m not sure when the other reviewers stayed here by their bad experiences but I didn’t even have close to these experiences. Our room was clean, the grounds were clean. There was constantly people working on and around the hotel and the service staff was always eager to help with needs.
The Motel is right across the street from the beach, RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET! The breakfast was basic cereal, coffee, tea, juice, bagels but you get to make waffles too! The room was very affordable and had great accommodations. The mini fridge came in very handy! Did I mention it was right across the street from the beach!

Service was really bad. Staff not ready for 3pm checkin. They put us in a room for short ppl. Looked nothing like pics. I’m 5’5″ and I had to bend down to stand under shower!!! Beds were almost on the floor. Linens were gross. Ridiculous! This Motel should be shut down by the Board of Health.

If I could rate «O» I would. The only good thing is location. There for 6 days. B’fast old cereal, carb overload was sad. My wallet stolen from rm. Staff disinterested when I reported it. GM made a few notes and said he talked to those who had access to the rm. Other guests told me they lost an ice chest, which mysteriously reappeared in the rm after loud conversation about it in breakfast room, guest was given key to a room that was occupied, another guest gave instructions not to clean his rm because he had valuables to protect. Rm was entered by hotel staff.; one rm was flooded when guest checked in.. Poorly kept grounds. 2 empty cardboard boxes, and food wrappers were stacked up in front of one rm the entire time. Finally i decided it must be yard art! This one I would best describe as a dishonest flea bag! Best description — dishonest fleabag!

The room was cheap and right on the beach. Also not far from the casinos. If you are in Biloxi its not a bad place to stay. Its not a good place but I been in worse.

We didn’t even stay long enough to turn the beds down and I am still itching. This place is the epitome of the word DUMP. I had a sinking feeling when we pulled up after a lengthy discussion with the Mrs. as to the research she had done in picking this place. Sure it’s right across from the beach, but when we pulled up, the scene was as if local chapter of crackheads anonymous was putting on an encore performance of «Midnight in the Garden of Rundown and Smelly.»
When we got to the room, I immediately began looking for a way out. So, we ordered a pizza from a local joint called «Bootleggers» (also reviewed on Unilocal tonight), and the kids passed out while I sat there puzzling like The Grinch looking for a way to keep check-​in from coming.
And then the Grinch put his hand up to his ear and said to Mrs. Grinch, «shhhhhh…do you smell that?» It was a cloud of pot smoke wafting in under the door that our room shares with the adjacent room. I was as happy as I was annoyed, because I knew that I could play this card to get out of the room with a full refund, because this place did NOT want the cops pulling up; buh-​leeeeeve THAT!
God bless the desk manager, Clifford in his big red shirt. He did try to retain our business. He offered to put us up in DELUXE accommodations, which was apparently just moving around to the front of the motel so that when we woke to the uncomfortable sensation of being eaten by bed bugs, we’d have a nicer view of the ocean out of our window. He even offered me a free night that I could use tonight. This place was so trashy that I turned down free lodging, and I am an unusually enthusiastic fan of free.
There is a sliver lining to all of this. Jack, the desk manager at the Quality Inn down the the street about a mile was very sympathetic to my plight and sold me a room for what I paid at the Super 8. I’ll Unilocal separately about that experience though.