The husband-owner of the property is a grown child. He is unable to regulate his own ego and is clearly not knowledgeable about the facility's issues.
There are consistent and persistent connectivity issues with the Wi-Fi, be sure to have data before residing.
Instead of properly addressing facility infrastructural issues, they will shuffle you to another room to find a new issue. Each suite is an escape-room puzzle of finding out what the specific issue is with it before they swap you to a new one. They will then put the person who walks in right behind you asking for a room into the room you just asked to be swapped *out of*.
The prices at this facility are contingent upon how much they can fleece you (ask the indigenous/n8v/native/metis/First Nations/Indian (which is a legal term btw - totally messed up) residents what their 'rent' is for long-term stays; whom were gems btw, the real issue is the local government's austerity wrt social existence in the city).
The only redeeming factor in this entire situation is the helpfulness of the wife-owner's character.
I highly recommend, if you must stay there, to check-in in the evening and not bother with the 'breakfast' in the morning unless you like an apple-juice box, a muffin, and an apple with a topping of masculine mockery and power-tripping churlishness.
They will not remotely reimburse your credit card for damage deposit, either (you must attend in person), so be sure to make time in your departure for the ordeal.