Homeless people in the parking lot. They were reenacting that gasoline fight scene from Zoolander except with feces and syringes instead of gas. Alright, that's an exaggeration - but SLC is becoming San Francisco pretty quickly. Paid parking. I get that its downtown SLC, but good lord. Somebody took a leak right behind my truck (not an exaggeration) - only know that because it snowed that morning and left a nice yellow pool. My son ran barefoot through the hotel room and his feet turned black. Yuck. There was a round spot of what looked like blood on my bedsheet. Double yuck. I didn't have high expectations as I'm familiar with the area and the age of this hotel. However, this was the grossest experience I've had in a hotel since I was a poor college student. The rooms were supposedly non-smoking but by the smell of the hallways, that is not deterring the classy denizens of the Red Lion hotel. Also, I spotted a german shepard wandering the halls. Not making this up. I thought I heard barking and peaked out my door and spotted the dog. What the hell? It wasn't the lead paint making me dizzy - there was actually a friggin german shepard in this hotel. There was a gaping hole in the shower wall. The toilet was the smallest I've ever seen - but on the plus side, you won't need a Squatty Potty to use this thing. The air vent in the room was rusted and the heater was running about 105 decibels throughout the night. This hotel is a dumpster fire.