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17 Ιούλιος 2021
It would be easy to say this was the worst hotel I’ve ever stayed in, but that would be to give it a distinction it doesn’t deserve. In fairness, it’s only the second worst hotel I’ve ever stayed in. This hotel is, frankly, terrible. My room was tired, the wardrobe frontage was covered in visible dust, and the (non-smoking) room smelled of stale smoke on arrival and stinky drain in the morning. A radiator had evidently leaked outside the room at some point in history; sadly the green slime hadn’t yet been washed out of the carpet. The remaining metal bathroom fittings had all rusted, which was a genuinely new and distinctive sight for a seasoned hotel user like me. That bathroom will stay with me for a very long time: almost as long, in fact, as it took for the hot water to emerge from the shower head. Staff were few and far between, and the worst thing is that for all their politeness, they absolutely know that this place is grotty and horrid. I felt sorry for them. It is also not the ‘Ramada Warwick’: it is actually nowhere near Warwick, but off a dismal roundabout between the charm of Kenilworth and the Regency splendour of Leamington Spa. There are many fine roundabouts across the Midlands, but this one has neither charm nor splendour. Unaccountably, there was nowhere to hang a washbag or a towel, since the bathroom appeared to have been *****ped of almost all viable ligature points, because this really is a very bleak place. It’s easy to imagine someone ending it all here. Breakfast was generously proportioned but much of it had been incinerated to within an inch of its fat-drenched life. The bargain price of £9.99 (breakfast is not free, despite online claims to the contrary!) buys you some of yesterday’s leftover bacon, I think. In case you skipped the title of this review, it was “Don’t stay here.” This, dear reader, is directed at you. Don’t stay here. This is your final warning.
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