Joyce Hotel

This is the worst hotel in Portland. Bedbugs, controlling and overbearing staff, everything is gross. All kinds of questionable people all over at all hours of the night. The hot water doesn’t even run right. This is a hotel for desperate homeless people… I suppose that’s what I was at the time but really it is sad that anyone would have to pay so much for such shabby living. This place needs donations and improvements but then to not raise the prices. Thinking of doing a fundraiser for you for new furniture and beds, if you just don’t jack up the prices. Only thing I can really say positive is a couple tines I didn’t quite have the money and they were patient enough to let me go get it and keep our things in the room. Otherwise sorry but yikes!

The only place I stay when I’m stuck downtown with no where to sleep. If you think a Holiday Inn is roughing it you can GTFO, because you probably won’t even make it past the doorman at this fine establishment. It really warms my heart to know places like this still exist in this country, were everything else is anti-​bacterial and milk-​toast uniformity. If you find yourself reaching for the anti-​psychotics and anti-​depressants every morning, maybe you need to spend a few nights at the Joyce Hotel and get a taste for real life, bitter-​sweet suffering and humanity in all its colors.

Seriously this place is not as bad as people are saying it is. Yes it’s grungy as hell and there are some shady characters that are around there, but honestly, for the price and location, you can’t complain.
My boyfriend and I went out to Oregon with the hopes of crashing on a couple friend’s couches for the week but they weren’t available so we scoured every place possible that we could stay at without breaking the bank.
When we got there we were greeting by the lady working at the front desk and she was very honest with us, and offered us keys to 2 rooms that we could check out before deciding on one. The first room was very nice and secluded off of the hallway but the bed was too small to accommodate the 2 of us. The second room had a queen sized bed and was located only 1 door down from the bathrooms (they don’t have private bathrooms there).
We went with the second room and it was great
Luckily we brought our own comforter (with the intention of doing some couch surfing) so we were able to make our room nice and cozy.
Also our room window looked out over a couple night clubs and faced a couple really fancy hotels.
Location is ideal if you’re interested in hanging out downtown and either walking or biking every where.
We will definitely hit up the Joyce Hotel in Oregon if we ever find ourselves in the same predicament.

Wow.
All I can say is wow. In all my years on the road, traveling to strange places far and wide, this is the shittiest place I have ever stayed. It was bad enough that I was in town on business that I didnt want to deal with but when I found out that this was my only option I didnt know what to think.
The sights, the smells, the sounds of junkies fucking.
If you want to make sure your kids stay in school and never ever ever do drugs, take them here for one night.

This place is classic mid afternoon hilarity. Walk by all the time, reeks of piss, and sometimes, on a good day you might spot something fantastical like I had the pleasure of doing so today. As evidenced by my photo.

the joyce is a standing monument to all the dreams and nightmares of vaseline alley, and will always hold a special place in my heart. sure, there are roaches and bedbugs, the halls echo throughout the long portland nights with the sounds of moaning and weeping, and somebody is more than likely to shit in the shower at least once a day. but these walls serve fortress to a cast of thieves and villains like none you have ever met. there’s «heroin-​jesus» on floor 2, who decends from his room once a week and stands on the street under that awful green awning, staring into the rain with eyes that could tear your soul apart. rico the cat, of course (pdx celeb), that guy who worked with special needs kids who stopped by one evening on ecstacy to chat, then stole my lube. and of course jim, up on the fourth floor, who seemed friendly enough when he offered me my pick of any of his delicious canned food goods, but seemed to show his more aggressive side after sliding a series of about 15 notes under my door inviting me to come over and watch porn with him while he blew me.
i’d say the joyce is pretty fabulous. and if i haven’t sold you yet, upon checkout, you get a nifty little printout of all the «guests» you’d had stay over. what kind of sleeze bag would hookup with someone living at the joyce? .my thoughts exactly.

This is a place that put the «god» into «godawful», but bear in mind that it’s also true to the you-​get-​what-​you-​pay-​for principle. All manner of derelicts, transients, skeezers, nutters, and down-​and-​outers are packed into the dingy yellow walls that are marred by brown spots of squashed cockroaches, which is why the brown carpet that’s as thin as a couple sheets of binder paper reeks of Raid. Add to the ambiance the thundering of the various clubs, bars, cars, drunken pedestrian revelers at night, and the construction and garbage haulers in the day, and you get… atmosphere. Not to mention the fact that whatever detergent they’re using to wash their linens with leaves your skin with a slimy, soapy coat two showers can’t even remove, and some are probably allergic to. For less than $ 20 a hostel room and $ 40 a single occupancy room, this is the place to bang those crack hoes when you spent too much on rock and don’t have the bus fare to get out to Interstate or Powell. The price is right. Ah, but there is Rico, the Joyce flophouse cat, who always lights up my face whenever I see him.