The Chateau Hotel? Omigod! We were asked if we wanted the room by the HOUR or were we staying all night? The sheets had different names stamped on them from the pillow cases, from the towels, from the soap and NONE of them said Chateau. I think the bathroom was a mold farm. The first thing I did when we got to the room was kill a spider the size of a hubcap with my hairspray. We were only there for an overnight adventure so we thought it would be good enough to crash in after partying all night. Wrong! There were noises coming from the room next door that appeared to be a wounded chimpanzee. That went on for hours and the desk (The dirty man in a t-shirt behind bulletproof glass) never answered his phone. And the bars on the
windows were rusty so that our "view" of the vacant lot next door were obstructed. On second thought, this was a good thing. This is what happens to those who do not book rooms in advance when there's a Cub's game along with a national convention in Chicago. I would sleep on the El before I stayed in that hole again.