Our night in the Guy Fawkes Inn was so bad that by midnight we were ready to get a taxi home. We stayed in room 7. The bed was shaky, and the mattress was uncomfortable and squeaky. It was so uneven and depressed in parts that lying on it gave us both backache. The shambolic TV could not connect to the wifi (even the staff couldn’t get it to connect), so there was no option to stream a movie; we were stuck with terrestrial TV which only had a handful of channels and terrible signal.
Worst of all, vibrations from movement in the building (such as people going up or down the stairs or walking around in their rooms) would set the chandelier tinkling madly, which kept waking us up. My husband ultimately had to climb onto the sofa and pad the chandelier with his socks, which barely muffled it.
There was no bottled water, only one towel, and drilling from building works across the street started at 8am. The Guy Fawkes Inn can’t be blamed for that last one, but it added to the horror of the experience. There was a nice view of York Minster despite the scaffolding and the breakfast was great, but it wasn’t worth £200+. That chandelier will haunt me.