Wickford Motor Inn

Wickford Motor Inn. Inaccurately named considering you’re no longer in Wickford once you reach this part of Post Rd.
The place isn’t bad, it’s just not good. First off, when you walk in it’s highly reminiscent of a nursing home. Sterilized, slightly musty chlorine-​y smell with tons of ugly wallpaper. Wallpaper as far as the eye can see.
If the Inn-​keeper isn’t sitting at the front desk, don’t worry. She’s watching you.
Watching you on her cameras, which are located in the halls and all around the exterior of the building. She’s constantly watching you, to the extent where it’s creepy. A visitor may come in, and she’ll call down to your room like «I saw that girl! Is she staying? Its $ 10 extra! What’s her license number, plate number?» I was waiting for her to ask for my blood type.
Inside the rooms, the lighting is horrible. All lamps on and still too dim to read a book. They have a decent selection of TV stations though, I guess. The beds are plasti-​covered and on rickety rolling frames. Rickety, and loud so don’t try to have any um… quiet adult fun. Everyone in the surrounding 4 rooms will totally know whats up. It’ll sound like a bull in a china shop. Or a bull in a nursing home… either one. You can’t even have a telephone conversation without the next door neighbor hearing every word. Every cough, every fart, every change of the channel.
On the back of the door is another strict warning against smoking. There are about 100 no-​smoking signs around this place. Alongside this warning is another warning. A warning not to STEAL linens or items from the room along with a list of prices you will be charged if they are missing. Might I add, there is an enormous markup.
Missing washcloth — $ 5
Missing towel– $ 20
Missing comforter — $ 150
As if these were high quality items too… the towels are thin and barely enough to fit around my tiny 5’6 frame. The comforter, I’d consider a thin and crappy blanket. I laughed out loud at this sign, but wasn’t surprised because there are tons of other either typed or handwritten signs in the hallways, on the front desk, in the rooms warning you against unruly behavior. The whole time I was here, I felt like I was back in boarding school in 9^th grade.
Also there’s not much around to walk to, and everything shuts down around 930 pm. There’s a rite-​aid a Newport Creamery and a Pizza joint within walking range. It’s just a dreary kind of place tossed alongside a dreary type of road. Not sure why anyone would stay here on their own dime.
Oh and they advertise in room Saunas… don’t be fooled the sauna in my room was cold, didn’t heat and smelled like pee. Just saying.

This is a clean, 1950s-​era motor inn that is worth the low price in a fast-​gentrifying area, as long as you don’t have high expectations. By expectations, I mean: the soap is credit-​card thin, there is no shampoo nor laundry bag, and the towels are few and small. In addition, the beds are old and covered with plastic, and the flatscreen TV is smaller than most computer monitors.
However, if you are willing to put up with these inconveniences, you’ll find that the place is clean, the people are nice, and the location is a 5-​minute drive from the beach.