Ben R
10 de setembro de 2024
I’m genuinely not sure how this place has got so many good reviews. Either people need their eyes testing, or their standards raising. Or both. Firstly, I only booked this hotel because myself and my wife had a voucher. I think if we were to get another, we’d sooner let it expire than stay here again. The best way I can describe it, is it’s the sort of place you wouldn’t be surprised, if you heard it had burned down. It really is the council house of hotels. I saw another review earlier which said it has the usual scummy feel of a Best Western, and I know exactly what they mean. The layout is peculiar to say the least, basic doesn’t even begin to describe the rooms, and the whole place is more than a bit, well, strange to be honest. Our room was tiny, you could feel every spring in the bed, and the pillows were as flat as pancakes. The bathroom was a similarly dreary affair, taps weren’t connected properly, the tiles were all over the place, and bizarrely the window had no windowsill. You know, like a prison cell. The towel rail was caked in dust, and like every other area of the hotel, we were met with a variety of interesting smells, none of which were particularly pleasant. I’ve never stayed anywhere before where the only place you could smell the swimming pool was once you were actually in it, and at no point before. Says a lot about the other fragrances in the establishment that they were managing to mask chlorine. That’s assuming they actually used any, of course. The unusual layout was evident nowhere more than in the leisure facility, where a 50 yard walk, through the reception area, a carpeted gym, and a fitness studio awaited anyone wishing to use the sauna or steam room. The sauna actually seemed ok but I struggled to stay in there for longer than 5 minutes, in fear that I would have to interrupt a Pilates class to make my escape. I did pop my head into the steam room on the trek back to the pool, but unsurprisingly it smelt like something had recently died in there, so I gave it a miss. The changing rooms were pants too. Pun intended. Finally, breakfast was just dreadful. If this hotel was to burn down, it certainly wouldn’t be the toaster that started it. The orange juice must be pumped in via a hose pipe, the mushrooms tasted like they’d been cooked in bath water and I think the sausages were made of asbestos. My only slight positive would be that the staff were reasonably upbeat, although I think even the receptionist knew he was kidding himself when he proclaimed that ‘we have a lovely hotel here’.
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