Hotel Zetta San Francisco

Came to San Francisco from Las Vegas. The difference between the Bellagio Las Vegas hotel in which they lived and the Zetta in San Francisco is incomparable! The first is a chic, luxury class that cost less than the Zetta. At first, they did not want to settle us, and instead of the card, we offered to pay the deposit in cash. Knowing the peculiarities of hotels in the USA, we never give a card to the card, and we do not recommend it to everyone. We were told to wait. We sat in the hall for 30 minutes. There were no people at all. We come up again and are interested – will they be populated or not? Then they deigned to give us cards from the rooms. Why it was necessary to keep so much time in the hall is still a mystery. We were given a room where there was a terrible noise, in the corridor there was some kind of refrigeration unit that roared without stopping. We realized that we could not sleep for 3 nights with such noise. We go down and ask to change the number. We are offered to pay $ 115 and get another number, supposedly there are no similar numbers. I became indignant and said that I would not pay anything. Realizing that I would not give up, we were given the keys to another room. There was no noise, but there was a smell from the toilet. Apparently the hotel has a problem with the sewer system. View from the window of the 13th floor to the “well”. After 3 meters, the gaze rests on the same wall and window closed with blinds. directly under the window, cigarette butts and debris (apparently there is an overlap between the floors), so the windows were not opened. I got the impression that these days we lived in a dungeon. but there was a smell from the toilet. Apparently the hotel has problems with the sewerage system. View from the window of the 13th floor to the “well”. After 3 meters, the gaze rests on the same wall and window closed with blinds. directly under the window, cigarette butts and debris (apparently there is an overlap between the floors), so the windows were not opened. I got the impression that these days we lived in a dungeon. but there was a smell from the toilet. Apparently the hotel has problems with the sewerage system. View from the window of the 13th floor to the “well”. After 3 meters, the gaze rests on the same wall and window closed with blinds. directly under the window, cigarette butts and debris (apparently there is an overlap between the floors), so the windows were not opened. I got the impression that these days we lived in a dungeon