Flamingo Hotel

Recent Reviews: 569

• User:Navigator27226175451

  Trip type: Couples

  Stay Away from this one!!

  10 Apr 2026

  We are here now. There are no water glasses, coffee cups or coffee available in the entire motel. I asked if they were still serving breakfast and the front desk attendant said yes, but you can't drink. He said it's been sold so maybe when the new owners take over, they'll buy some.

• User:Traci K

  Trip type: Solo travel

  The Flamingo Hotel: Four Nights In The Twilight Zone

  15 Feb 2026

  I decided to branch out from my usual Medicine Hat hotels. I believe in growth. Evolution. Living boldly without fear. What I did not realize is that growth sometimes means developing antibodies.I pulled into the Flamingo feeling optimistic. The outlet posts along the curb were mostly knocked over, which — fine. It’s winter. Ice happens. What caught my attention was the one directly in front of my truck, lovingly draped with a “Caution: Wet Floor” sign. On an outdoor electrical outlet. I don’t know what happened there, and I respect that I never will.Check-in was smooth. The fella was polite and efficient. “Enter through that outside door, up the stairs, go right.” Simple. I am a strong, smart, independent woman. I have navigated IKEA. I can handle a hallway.Armed with my giant suitcase, bags of work, and determination, I headed in. The moment I stepped inside, I was hit with a smell that I can only describe as a wet dog hotboxing a sewer while someone burns patchouli to “cover it.” I blinked twice and told myself this was ambience.Up the stairs, I was greeted by an ice machine with not one, not two, but THREE “DO NOT WORK” signs. This machine wasn’t broken — it was aggressively unavailable.I looked at the wall directory. To the left? 300s. To the right? 300s. Downstairs? 100s. Interesting. Being on the second floor, one might assume 200s would be present. That was naïve of me.I was told to go right, so I went right. I entered what can only be described as the longest carpeted wheelchair ramp hallway I have ever seen in my life. I am fully supportive of accessibility. However, this entire floor is only accessible by stairs. The ramp felt less like accessibility and more like a slow emotional journey.I passed 340… 341… 342… and at that point, my confidence left my body. I do not enjoy being wrong. But I am self-aware enough to admit mistakes. I did the long walk of shame back to the front desk.The fella kindly gave me a map and pointed me in the “correct” direction. Little did I know, he had told me the correct direction the first time. I just do not understand numbers. Because apparently, in The Flamingo, the room numbers are a psychological experiment: 340… 341… 342… 200… 201… 202. Of course. How silly of me to forget 200 naturally follows 342. Math is fluid.After hiking what felt like the Appalachian Trail of hallways once more, I opened the door to my room and was immediately slapped in the face by the scent of wet dog and cigarettes in a committed relationship. The room had been waiting all week for fresh lungs. The AC/heater unit roared like it had unresolved trauma. I tried turning it off. It laughed.At this point, I needed the bathroom.I walked in. The bathroom floor was so sticky my socks achieved emotional attachment. I sat on the toilet, and the seat slid off with the confidence of a bobsled team. I caught myself on the wall and locked eyes with a mysterious splatter. Either someone narrowly survived a jugular incident, or a toddler discovered Blippi while eating gravy with their hands. I will never know. I don’t want to.No towels. Not a single one. I checked everywhere. I even checked places towels have never been in the history of towels. The towel rack was just there for decoration. A suggestion. A dream. I sacrificed one of my shirts to dry my hands like some kind of pioneer woman.I went to the front desk. No one was there. I waited. And waited. As I left the lobby, a car peeled into the check-in lane like we were filming Fast & Furious: Front Desk Drift. The driver got out and asked if I had been at the desk. I said yes. He said he is the front desk.Of course you are. Why wouldn’t the front desk be on a field trip?I explained the towel situation. He explained that laundry has “one person” and towels would arrive “when available,” as though I was waiting on organ donors.I returned to my room and selected the least suspicious bed to sleep in. The other held my suitcase. While digging for something, my toes brushed against an object. I looked down. A balled-up tissue. I will leave the origin story of that tissue to your imagination because I deserve peace.The hotel also featured: • A smoke detector that had quietly retired and come to its final resting place on a makeshift closet • Two Keurig machines. Zero coffee. Just audacity • Banquet chairs repurposed as outdoor patio furniture • Sharpie declarations from a heartbroken poet of years past • A door that screamed like a possessed banshee every time it opened with a key card — think 1996 Cavalier with subwoofers outside a high school in 2006After a trip to purchase my own towels, I braved the shower. The shower offered two temperatures: Polar Plunge or Freshly Brewed Tim Hortons Coffee. The sound it made when turned on suggested I had inserted a fork into the rear end of an owl. I braved it. I have camped. I have seen things. Nothing prepared me for this shower. The curtain was once white but now the color of chocolate milk left on a counter for a month. The grout told stories. I emerged from that shower less clean than when I entered, which feels like a scientific achievement.One towel I purchased, I sacrificed as a bath mat. It became permanently fused to the sticky floor. It lives there now. If that room still exists, that towel is part of the foundation.One evening at 9:15 PM, there was a knock at my door. I opened it (poor decision-making) and was greeted by two men claiming to be housekeeping. No cart. No supplies. Just two fellas and vibes. I decided I needed nothing and owned nothing. I shut the door, unsure whether I had avoided danger or fresh linens.By night three, I was violently ill. Sweating. Shaking. Unwell. I had, in a dehydrated moment of poor judgment, consumed The Flamingo tap water the night before. This felt relevant.By the fourth night, I was still violently ill, wrapped in two sheets with the insulation properties of receipt paper, fighting for my life and bargaining with the universe not to make me interact with that toilet again. Because if I had to hover over that sticky-floored, splatter-adjacent situation while this ill, I might have simply evaporated.In conclusion, The Flamingo was unforgettable. Not in a “hidden gem” kind of way. More in a “this will absolutely be discussed in therapy” way.Travel tips:Bring towels. Bring flip flops. Bring earplugs. Bring nose plugs. Bring holy water. Ask for a map. Don’t drink the water. And if someone knocks at 9:15 PM? You are not home. You have never been home.

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• User:Lyle G

  Trip type: Friends getaway

  Horrible place. avoid at all cost.

  02 Feb 2026

  The manager/owner of this establishment is untrustworthy. The place is a dump, the quoted price is never what they quote and their so called continental breakfast is non existent.

• User:Laura R

  Trip type: Solo travel

  AVOID AT ALL COSTS!

  17 Jan 2026

  This hotel has become a dump! I was initially excited that I was given a jacuzzi suite until I saw it. I was on the ground floor and the privacy/blackout curtains were either missing completely or torn, with the jacuzzi sitting in the middle of the room, out in the open, privacy was an issue, enjoying it was out of the question. In the bathroom, there was one set of towels and not very good ones, the toilet paper holder was a hook just jammed into the wall and don’t even get me started on the condition of the bath tub! The sheets on my bed had a nice boot mark on them that I didn’t notice until the next day. There was a coffee maker in the room but no coffee, mugs, etc. to go with it. If we weren’t so tired and had to stop for the night. The continental breakfast? What a laugh. You had to go to the lobby to get your paper plate, plastic cup and wooden utensils. For breakfast there were cereals but 3 cold, greasy sausages and some cold, questionable scrambled eggs, no juice, dried out bread that we managed to toast and then we couldn’t wait to get out of there. There were a couple other guests that were as disgusted as we were. I have stayed there many times over the years and it was lovely but NEVER AGAIN! Stay far away from this place.

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• User:Angela W

  Trip type: Couples

  FILTHY AND UNSAFE

  27 Sept 2025

  “Filthy, unsafe and unprofessional – do not stay here”I refused to stay after seeing the state of this property. The pool area was full of scrap metal and junk, there was toilet paper and trash in the weeds outside the room doors, and the entire place reeked of neglect. Staff were rude and refused to refund my money even though I would not stay in such conditions.Other guests’ experiences confirm what I saw: broken amenities, dirty carpets and bathrooms, and drug addicts loitering around making the property feel unsafe. This hotel is not only unhygienic but also potentially dangerous.Save yourself the stress and book elsewhere – this place should not be operating as a hotel.

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