I stayed few days in Homestead lodge, customer service was batter and room was clean too, I would recommend this motel to stay for less.

I would defiantly stay here for my next trip.. it is very close to highway 85.. convenient to rest and many restaurant options near..

My girlfriend and I travel a fair amount, and have stayed in our share of run down hotels and motels. When we took our first look at our room at the Homestead, we tried to make the most of it. We agreed that it wasn't the *worst* place we'd ever stayed. But as the evening dragged on, it became clear that we were wrong.

The start with: the positive. We ordered a King-sized room, and were assigned to a Queen. I brought this to the attention of the gentleman at the front desk and he put us in a new room: no fuss, no issues. Despite its long, drawn-out coughing and wheezing, the AC unit did not explode into an inferno of smoke and plastic shrapnel when we turned on the heat. The walls that they used to construct our room did a reasonable job of keeping out the rain.

These are the only positive points I can come up with. So onto what I will refer to as "constructive criticism".

Where to begin? The tiles in the bathroom were cracked terribly and the showerhead had all the spraying enthusiasm of a sick Labrador. The bathroom door itself just wouldn't shut--which actually might have been a safeguard against shower-related drownings. That miserable scrap of shower curtain left the bathroom floor an inch deep in soapy water after every shower, which might account for the yellow film underneath the toilet and around the bathtub.

When I called the front desk to request a sewing kit, I was greeted with the sort of befuddled confusion a sixth grader might have when asked to recite the Magna Carta in German.

The offered WiFi was a ghost. Not a weak signal--not spotty or inconsistent--completely nonexistent. We settled in to at least watch a little TV, and were only a little bit surprised to find that there was only a single channel. No matter what we did, the only thing that came in was Discovery: Investigation. Have you ever slept in a run down hotel room after watching an hour and a half of programming dedicated to crime, obsession, and violence? I do not recommend it.

And speaking of sleep, let's talk about those beds. First, our room's bed wasn't what I would call "made". I could do a better job, and I have the folding skills of a drunk mollusk. The pillows were around the size and thickness of a Triscuit cracker, and there was nothing comforting about the comforter. At twelve feet by three feet, it was the sort of blanket that could cover you toe to groin, or waist to neck--but never both at the same time.

No coffee maker, no hair dryer--and when my girlfriend went to plug hers in, she used the outlet next to the dresser, because those near the bathroom mirror had been repainted at least a hundred times, and the latest layers were bubbled and melted-looking. It didn't inspire a lot of confidence that the curtains hanging directly into the vents of the heating unit wouldn't burst into flames and fry us both alive. There was no breakfast, but why am I even complaining about that--there is no chance in seventeen hells that I would eat it. We were not, in fact, assaulted or otherwise molested during our stay at the Homestead--perhaps that is saved for repeat customers.

And after all is said and done, let me make one thing clear: if I had paid fifteen or twenty bucks for this room, you wouldn't hear me make a peep of complaint. But I paid nearly fifty dollars for this room. At fifty dollars, you can hire someone to fix the stinking cable.