The bar area is lovely, no doubt about it. The rooms are located in a separate building around the back, and inside it felt like student halls of residence. I'm 30 years too old for that again.
They don't do breakfast on weekdays. That came as a surprise. What the girl didn't tell me was that I could have ordered a packed breakfast right then. By the time I read this in the small print on the wall, it was too late.
There's no hairdryer in the room. This was also a strange one. Again, in the small print on the wall, you have to ask for one. But you'd have to do that at the bar, when it is open, when you discover at 6am there isn't one, there's no-one to ask. Again, I could've done it the night I arrived. Instead, I had to go to work with wet hair.
I ordered lasagne for my tea. It did taste lovely, but the centre of it was cold. That put me off.
The room and bathroom were spotless. The room, however, had clearly had issues with the shower and a leak, as the skirting board had expanded, cracked, and was hanging off the wall.
In all, it felt more like a hostel than anything, and that wasn't for me.
