Oh well, I finally found the time to organize and resize the pictures of this "wonderful" place our family visited a couple weeks ago... (you can click on the pictures to see a bigger size and check out the details.)
This is what we saw on the internet on
Kutsher's Country Club:
Pretty nice isn't it? Well, this is what we saw when we got there:
I can actually picture that ceiling coming down on your head when you're heading for the emergency exit, running for your life, in a fire or something...
It was raining outside...
and inside. Containers were all over the place, just like in the following picture:
And this is the close up of the opening in the ceiling:
Another one here:
Is this a place you'd call
Country Club? Not I.
We felt like it hadn't been renovated in at least 40 years (it actually felt like being on the set of an episode of "The Twilight Zone.") How can you even think of keeping a place like this open to the public?
Here is some nice wallpapering:
Electrical panels in the corridors, at anybody's reach (Ray actually joked we could shut off every room on the floor just going by and run away...), and without a door to keep it shut:
This passageway led to the racquet ball courts and gym, very attractive, isn't it?
Here is the detailed view:
And a nice view of the outside:
Then there were the signs. This one was to our room:
And, as if having a sign to the rooms made of paper and stuck to the wall(paper) with duct tape (instead of, I don't know, printed metal hung on the wall,) weren't appalling enough, here's the detail of how two extra rooms were added
by hand (
what, they weren't there when they printed the sign?), in such little size, you can't see them if just going by, so if that's your room, you might be wandering for a while:
And here's another sign. You would think, if you're printing a sign to put on a wall, something that doesn't really change daily, like this one, and you make a mistake, you fix it and print another one, right? Not at Kutsher's (and check out the nice tape they used):
Speaking of the health club, this is what the men's locker room looked like:
It just screams HEALTH CLUB at you, doesn't it? Yeah, more like "get in here barefoot and you'll catch some weird African disease."
And to wrap this horror show up, this is the daycamp facility, which is where parents could leave their kids for the day and have some time for themselves (check out the broken mirrors held together with yellow tape):
This is where they kept their supplies...
... right next to a working iron. We actually found Nicole in this exact area when we went to pick them up - in spite of it being forbidden to kids -
chewing a safety pin. The girl in charge also fed them peanut butter and jelly for lunch without having asked us ahead of time if either of them was allergic to peanut butter -- so they could have ended up at the hospital. Needless to say, she didn't get any tip.
And this is what the kids could play all day long with:
A big fat NOTHING. All the boxes were empty!!
Oh well, live and learn. Nothing much we could have done about the place's conditions I guess, but at least,
like I said in a previous posting, the time we spent there, was good.
Pretty nice isn't it? Well, this is what we saw when we got there:
I can actually picture that ceiling coming down on your head when you're heading for the emergency exit, running for your life, in a fire or something...
It was raining outside... and inside. Containers were all over the place, just like in the following picture:
And this is the close up of the opening in the ceiling:
Another one here:
Is this a place you'd call Country Club? Not I.
We felt like it hadn't been renovated in at least 40 years (it actually felt like being on the set of an episode of "The Twilight Zone.") How can you even think of keeping a place like this open to the public?
Here is some nice wallpapering:
Electrical panels in the corridors, at anybody's reach (Ray actually joked we could shut off every room on the floor just going by and run away...), and without a door to keep it shut:
This passageway led to the racquet ball courts and gym, very attractive, isn't it?
Here is the detailed view:
And a nice view of the outside:
Then there were the signs. This one was to our room:
And, as if having a sign to the rooms made of paper and stuck to the wall(paper) with duct tape (instead of, I don't know, printed metal hung on the wall,) weren't appalling enough, here's the detail of how two extra rooms were added by hand (what, they weren't there when they printed the sign?), in such little size, you can't see them if just going by, so if that's your room, you might be wandering for a while:
And here's another sign. You would think, if you're printing a sign to put on a wall, something that doesn't really change daily, like this one, and you make a mistake, you fix it and print another one, right? Not at Kutsher's (and check out the nice tape they used):
Speaking of the health club, this is what the men's locker room looked like:
It just screams HEALTH CLUB at you, doesn't it? Yeah, more like "get in here barefoot and you'll catch some weird African disease."
And to wrap this horror show up, this is the daycamp facility, which is where parents could leave their kids for the day and have some time for themselves (check out the broken mirrors held together with yellow tape):
This is where they kept their supplies...
... right next to a working iron. We actually found Nicole in this exact area when we went to pick them up - in spite of it being forbidden to kids - chewing a safety pin. The girl in charge also fed them peanut butter and jelly for lunch without having asked us ahead of time if either of them was allergic to peanut butter -- so they could have ended up at the hospital. Needless to say, she didn't get any tip.
And this is what the kids could play all day long with:
A big fat NOTHING. All the boxes were empty!!
Oh well, live and learn. Nothing much we could have done about the place's conditions I guess, but at least, like I said in a previous posting, the time we spent there, was good.
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