This is CLOSED. This property is no longer open. It's too bad that Trip Advisor still seems to think it's open. It's not. This is not open. This is closed and seems to have been closed for a while. I got stuck at HPN and this kept telling me to book there but then not having any access.

This motel needs a multi million dollar renovation. The staff are fine. The room was skeevy. Won’t stay there again. The bathroom felt skeevy. The breakfast was English muffins and donuts. The clientele were even more contemptuous. There was vomit next to our car in the parking lot. I suspect some people use this place as a bawdy house. Not a place I’ll stay again.

Conn visit Close to conn too. Need security video to be sure guest leash dogs. Pitbulls are ok on leash. Place is convenient to ny and conn. So a good place for me. Quick check in and out. Rooms are clean and have everything you need.

I would not recommend this place! Checked in at 5:00 pm and the curtains in the room were off the track and had to be repaired. The room smelled heavily of a man's cologne. So much at I could stay in it. I explained this to the desk clerk and in a surly voice he asked it I wanted to check out. He said the smell was the disinfectant and all the rooms smelled like that. I moved to a room that did not have the smell. It was on the ground floor and the window would not lock. It was a very restless night knowing that. There was a cover missing from an electrical outlet and a stain on a lampshade the size of your hand. I booked this room due to bad driving conditions forecast ed for the next morning. My flight out was at 6 am. I'd normally leave my home at 3 am and drive to the airport the morning of the flight but did not want to deal with the weather. I'll chose another place next time.

Unexpectedly exceptional luxury in a magical location What initially started as a weekend trip to visit friends, turned into what might have been one of the most romantic weekend couples getaways one could imagine. First let me paint you a picture of the scenic town of Armonk, surrounding this hotel. An industrial wasteland whose only reason for existence is to support the bloated tax consumption of Westchester county, as well as the previously unknown existence of the Westchester county airport. Who flies into Westchester? You'll find out if you stay at the La Qunita in Armonk. Why? Because apparently it is the only hotel in the Mount Kisco area. (There may also be a Best Western, however as far as I am concerned, its existence is a myth.) Upon arrival to The La Quinta (praise be upon this name), you are greeted with a luxurious lobby complete with dog treats and a functional coffee machine, as well as a vending machine complete with gourmet treats such as packages of Top Ramen and off brand pop tarts. They even had a couch! The staff at the front desk was at least passable in english and we eventually deciphered where our room was located. We then drove around the building several times; both to marvel at the astounding architectural feat of the building, and to find the poorly labeled passage "D" corridor which lead to our kennel/lodging for the night. After entering the dimly lit corridor we made our way to the room only to find that the door key would unlock the door, the knob would turn, but no access would be granted. After battering the door for several minutes with my shoulder, the door gave way, opening our eyes to the wonder of our 100 dollar a night paradise. The room came complete with a sink, toilet, bed, light, TV, and even a window that faced the beautiful industrial park and La Quinta parking lot. Which would also grant easy escape in the likely event of the hotel becoming a high profile target for terrorist attack or a fire caused by one of the resident drug addicts cooking their freebase. Inside the room we found a menu to the only local food provider, a pizza shop. Which we decided would be a good place for a romantic dinner. Upon arriving back at the room, we once again had trouble entering the room. This time no amount of battering the door would do. Thankfully the Haitian indentured servants who haunt the halls were able to open the door for us by casting a voodoo spell on the door handle. We then embarked on a night on the town with local friends. Afterwards we went back to the room to sleep and fornicate. Finding the room perfectly appropriate for such activities, as local ladies of the night and their consorts must frequent such establishments as part of their trade. As the morning came, we arose to great the day with a complimentary continental breakfast. Such a feast has never been assembled before in the eyes of men. Belgian waffles, bagels, cereal, hard boiled eggs; you name it, they had it. The breakfast banquet hall was packed wall to wall with the most interesting characters that one can imagine. Men who wear sweat pants in public with slide on slippers and fitted hats, women who wear tube tops at 9am. The captains of the burgeoning heroin distribution industry. We departed wondering to ourselves: was this a dream? Could it have really been so beautiful? Was it all in our imagination? What fairy tale could we have just been a part of? What a beautiful experience. Overall I give this hotel 5/5 La Quintas.