I wasn't expecting much out of this hotel and it vastly exceeded my expectations. I'd come to San Francisco for a family gathering and my Airbnb host had to cancel at the last minute, so it was a mad scramble to find a hotel I could afford that wasn't in an awful location and which had a private bathroom. There was one private-bathroom room left at El Capitan and I booked it even with the awful reviews of it, and I figured worst case I'd have to scramble to find something else and file a dispute with my credit card. And I'm happy to say I needed to do none of that.
The room was clean, with no signs of bedbugs (even with the most thorough check I've done in my life) or cockroaches. Sure, the decor was dated and there were some things that were falling apart. And okay the TV didn't work and the wifi sucked, and I had to sleep with earplugs because my room was facing Mission Street and the single-pane windows didn't block any sound.
But the room was safe and clean and I had somewhere to sleep for a week, and it only cost me $80/night, which is an absolute steal most places and unheard of in San Francisco, currently the most expensive city in the entire country.
Would it have been nice if the sink didn't drip? Sure. Would it have been lovely if there were an elevator for my mobility-impaired ass? Absolutely.
I hope I’m never in a situation where I need to stay here ever again, but it was a perfectly fine room for an amazing price and it served its purpose for me.