4 of 4 people found the following review helpful —
When we arrived for checkin, the main office had lost our booking and had to give us a room temporarily for the evening. Our â€œnon-smokingâ€ double reaked of cigarette smoke. The double bedâ€™s smokey sheets were very white, but covered in dirt and hair, and the bedspread/comforter had several dubious stains. The room was so small that one small suitcase occupied about a quarter of the free floor space. The advertised remote control for our cable television was nowhere to be found, and the volume controls on the television itself were missing. We never saw the advertised coffee maker in our room, but that was just as fine since we wouldnâ€™t have wanted to spare even that much space.
The continental breakfast around 9:00 the next morning made me wonder whether the French Revolution had actually brought about as much change as my schooling had lead me to expect. There were two baguette heels (and no plates), a basket full packets of jam (and no knives), orange juice (and no glasses), and a coffee machine (and no mugs). Every so often a hotel employee came out to refill one or two of these lacking items, and a small stampede of hungry wildebeast-people would clear them out again in seconds.
When we complained at the front desk about the smoke in our room and asked for another, the rabid mongoose of a maid behind the counter responded by sustaining a wounded hyena laugh for about thirty seconds. It was awkward. The other guy at front desk insisted that the hotel was too full to give us a room that fulfilled our non-smoking booking, but we threatened to leave and they moved us to an (even smaller) not non-smoking room that was inexplicably smoke free.
In summary, I heartily recommend this hotel to persons who wish their own life stories were being written by Franz Kafka.
* Easy access to metro.
* Good plumbing
* Smoky stench in non-smoking room; ask for a smoking room?
* Inadequate continental breakfast
* Questionable neighborhood