Out for a few days.  Golf was good three days in a row.  Hilton Garden Inn was unsatisfactory.  Toilet did not flush.  Switched rooms, and TV remote didn't work.  They put me in the handicapped room, and I'm not handicapped.  No jet tub.  Handicapped stall shower only.  Bathroom mirror at wheelchair height.  Place wasn't clean.  One pillow smelled.  In all, not a good lodging experience.

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