For some reason I really liked the breakfast here. I’m the sliced fruit, sausages and pancakes, coffee and pastries kind of guy.
Of course you could say that the rooms are old but the single room mainly felt cheap rather than old. The toilet was mildly smelly but the bed was perfectly fine. The tiny TV had a sufficient selection of news channels which is quite important to me.
I was a bit tired the second evening and went to the hotel restaurant, which was a mistake. The restaurant had tasty food but I disliked the service quite a bit. If I’m not served bread before dinner, I’d like to get some dessert after the dinner. To me hotel restaurants are a last resort for nutrition, not a place to get drunk on an empty stomach.
And by the way, the concept of a complimentary drink doesn’t work, if you actually don’t get either water or some average white wine as a compliment. ”You can have a glass of our (even worse) house wine tomorrow before you leave” isn’t enough for me. Yes, I’m being petty, and no, you are not a five-star hotel.
It’s a paradox that the staff seemed like a bunch of really nice people but the service left me quite dissatisfied. I can only draw the conclusion that the culture just isn’t for me - now I know.