This place was so dirty that we bought blankets at the Dollar store so we wouldn't have to use theirs. The air conditioner was disgusting - greasy debris dripping from it. It was difficult to what decide what was worse, not taking a shower to clean off whatever you may have picked up from sleeping in the bed or getting into the shower even with your flip-flops. When we were packed we drew straws to see who would go back into the rooms to see if we had left anything. Really, really bad.

It's a shame there isn't a zero rating for this site. One is too generous. We stayed at the Cooperstown Motel last weekend on our way to Toronto. It was hands down the worst motel we have ever seen. I'll just list the reasons we were disgusted; 1. They do not take credit cards 2. Extremely filthy rooms, cobwebs on the lampshade, fingerprints on the mirror, carpets have black trails where they have been walked on for the past 50 years, broken tiles, mildew in the bathtub, stains on the bedsheets. 3. Crank open windows that don't close all the way allowing a draft into the room all night. 4. The "ice machine" is a dirty yellow bucket of ice kept in the front office that the half-asleep clerk has to get for you. 5. No remotes for the TV and the light switch has to be on for the TV to work. 6. No telephones either, not even a pay phone. 7. Homemade fluorescent light fixture in the bathroom and no globe for the hall light, just an exposed bulb. 8. Shoddy patchwork on the walls. 9. No clock or wake-up service. 10. Bathroom consisted of blue, pink, and white toilet and bathtub. 11. RUDE and condescending staff/owners. I could go on and on with the list but we'll keep it short. I don't believe the owners have ever spent a cent on upkeep on this place. It truly is a disgusting motel that sits right on a busy highway across from gas stations and supermarkets. Stay elsewhere!!!

This place is right out of the 1950s. And a filthy 1950's at that. Before you even check in you are greeted with dead junk vehicles and campers litering the front lawn. The yard workers are creepy, unkempt back-woods men who are literally covered in grime and grease. We should have turned around right then and there. Inside I was welcomed with a big sign that says "NO CREDIT CARDS". How, in this day and age, does a business function without accepting plastic? When you meet the proprietor of the Cooperstown Motel, you'll know. He is a snotty old man who double talks and tries hard to convince you that your credit card is evil. After taking our CASH for two nights ad giving us our "complimentary 10% off at TJ's restaurant" coupon we set off up the rickety wooden steps to our room. OH GOD! The second floor outside walkway leans downward so you have to hang on to the hand-made wooden railing for dear life. It's almost comical how run down this building is. Layer upon layer of paint is flaking off everywhere and the metal bolts that hold the stairs on are rusting through the cheap white paint. It looks like rust running off portholes on a ship. Our room, if you could call it that, was tiny and smelled of stale cigarettes and mildew. Mind you, this is a non-smoking room. The carpet didn't fit the room properly and left about a foot of ancient tiles exposed. What carpet was there was dirty and obviously had not been vacuumed from the previous time it was rented. There were potato chips and candy wrappers by the bed and a coke bottle in the bathroom waste can. The toilet was running and had a drip from the tank. The bathroom is set up in such a way that the sink is wedged in a nook no more that 18" across. I kid you not. You have to stretch to reach the faucets and then stand in the hall to brush your teeth. The motel sits next to a supermarket of sorts so every few minutes you hear the big generators fire up and run for a bit, then it repeats. Worse than that is the fire siren right across the street that howls at any hour of the night, and it is LOUD. When asked about all of the noises at night, the owner simply stated that "it adds charm". The three blocks to the Hall of Fame is over half a mile but they won't tell you that. On the bright side, the walk takes you through the nice area of Cooperstown. The closer to the main street, the more beautiful it gets. Upon arriving back at the motel we saw the very greasy yard worker from the previous day helping a nice elderly lady clean rooms. She was the ONLY nice person at this outfit. The other maid looked to be about 16 or 17 and had her child with her as she went from room to room. Very good employer. I don't know if this will help anyone in their decision making when planning a trip to Cooperstown. I hope so. It is a dump, plain and simple.

All I can say is wow. I really didn't think motels like this existed anymore. This was the most run-down and absolutely filthy place we have ever stayed in. They don't take credit cards (no paper trail), they don't have remotes for the tv's, no tissues, no phones in the rooms, no ammenities at all. The owners/operators are of no help at all. Word to the wise: make sure your family is up to date on their tetanus boosters before stepping foot into the Cooperstown Motel.

Simply put, the Cooperstown Motel is the worst hotel I've ever stayed in. Accomodations and services are outdated in the most uncharming way possible and the hotel staff won't lift a finger for you. Don't be fooled by the quaint old owner with the Babe Ruth story, he's a miserly crank.

The Cooperstown Motel in Cooperstown, NY, should make the Hall of Shame, rather than the Hall of Fame. Every effort has been made to cut costs without providing comfort -- no credit cards, no remotes for the tvs, no coffee service, towels that are more like handkerchiefs, no spark, no charm.