Bon Maison Guest House
Honestly, I don’t even know where to begin—If I could give it -10 stars, I would. We booked based on glowing reviews across various platforms. The place has character (true), but silence? Not even close. Cleanliness? A distant dream. And the host being incredibly kind? More like a joke—laughing out loud. Arriving late at night, we were assigned Room B, directly facing the street. Every sound from passersby was amplified—no peace, no privacy. We asked for a room change, but they said all rooms were full and promised one for the next day. Thanks so much, really appreciated. Despite the temperature dropping near freezing in late December, humidity was unbearable. We turned on the AC just to dry the air and cool things down—and opened the bed. First shock: sheets covered in hair. Okay, soldier’s background, I can handle it. Quick dusting, sheets looked clean enough—at least they didn’t stink. Then came the bathroom: hair and debris everywhere. We barely slept that night, but held hope for a better room tomorrow. The next day, we finally got our “dream” room—Room D, tucked in the inner courtyard. Quieter, yes—but the mattress was ruined, filthy, and the furniture was coated in grime. Dust was everywhere—even on the brick walls! And then… the cherry on top: opening the fridge, a live cockroach scurried out 🤣🤣🤣. We later found a sign stating cleaning only happens upon request. The curtain had at least 3mm of dust. The floor was so grimy that by the end of our stay, we threw away our fabric slippers. Despite two days of repeated requests, no one came to clean, re-make, or replace towels. Nothing. The rooms are indeed 'characteristic'—but in a very bad way. They’re cluttered with junk no one ever dusts. You can barely walk through them. Lighting is so poor you need your phone flashlight just to see. For winter visitors: forget about heating. If it’s 10°C outside, it’s 10°C inside—especially in Room D, where we spent two nights bundled up in full clothes under blankets, shivering during an Arctic blast that hit New Orleans. When we checked out at 6 AM, the host popped his head out the window to ask if everything was fine. We politely told him: No, not exactly the trip of a lifetime. Our Uber driver, who witnessed the scene, burst out laughing, saying this place is famously terrible. The only thing we’ll never forget? This surreal experience—it felt like we were on a reality show. Absolutely unforgettable, for all the wrong reasons.
