8/10 Good
Nathan
Traveled with family
Jun 8, 2025
Liked: Staff & service, amenities, property conditions & facilities
Alright. Picture this: You’re in the Black Hills, land of granite presidents and biker gangs rumbling towards Sturgis. You need a pillow, a shower, and a launching pad for Rushmore. The Roosevelt Inn? It ain’t the Plaza. Let’s be clear.
You roll in, maybe after a long haul through the Ponderosas. The parking lot? Let's call it... *intimate*. Like trying to park a Suburban in a shoebox. You’ll get familiar with your neighbor’s bumper, maybe exchange a weary nod that says, "Yeah, this is tight, but we both just need to collapse, right?"
The room? Think *efficient*. Cozy, if you’re feeling generous. Not much space for a cotillion, but enough for you, your bag, and the faint smell of decades of pine-scented cleaner trying its damnedest. The walls are thin enough you might catch your neighbor’s snoring symphony – or their Rushmore recap. It’s basic. Utilitarian. A place to stash your carcass between monument runs.
But here’s the thing: Location. It’s *right there*. Rushmore’s stone faces feel close enough to judge your life choices over lukewarm coffee. And that brings us to breakfast. Don’t expect Eggs Benedict with caviar dreams. It’s fuel. Hot, greasy, starchy fuel – scrambled eggs that saw the griddle for maybe 30 seconds, sausages that taste vaguely... *industrial*, maybe some waffles sweating under a heat lamp. But it’s hot, it’s included, and it’ll stick to your ribs long enough to get you up the mountain before the tour buses choke the road. It does the job. No more, no
Nathan
Stayed 1 night in Jun 2025
