Instead I elected to stay about 10 miles south of the city in Southgate in a relatively new Hampton Inn. I arrived around dinner time. There was a baseball game I wanted to watch so I looked for a local sports bar. I found a pub nearby called Front Row. Here's an excerpt from its review under Yahoo:
A low class, trashy location that should have stayed closed after one patron murdered another.
I chose another location. After dinner, I wanted to press the travel wrinkles out of the clothes in my suitcase. When I opened the closet to get the ironing supplies, there were bloodstains on the inside of the closet door.
What a nightmare trip. I feel lucky to have escaped that dreadful city alive and in one piece.
Wow!
Amazing the depravity.