RASHMEE R
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We picked this hotel over and above the other four-stars on offer in Tirana because it seemed "boutique" in the sense of advertising itself as small, stylish and definitely not part of an international chain. At least that's what we saw in the brilliant (no pun intended) photos the hotel has on its site. The reviews were fantastic as well, with guests lavishing special praise on the breakfast. Dear me. I'm not saying you absolutely shouldn't stay at Brilant Antik but here's what we found to be the reality. |– The hotel is unique in that it really was a sort of private club for favoured officials in the old regime of dictator Enver Hoxha. |– The location is absolutely brilliant. You really are a short walk from Skanderbeg Square, from the old Communist Party nerve centre, from government ministries, from restaurants, cafes, a shopping mall, and if religion is your thing, Tirana's newest mosque (said to be the biggest in the Balkans). |– The hotel staff too are generally nice and they do try and help, if they can. |But the hotel has problems.|Our room (#4) was smelly, dingy and strangely appointed with a massive wooden built-in floor-to-ceiling cupboard in one corner, which took up a fair bit of space and didn't contribute to comfort, appearance or any sense of lightness of being. No one had bothered to turn the heating on in the room (it was freezing the night we got in) and we discovered that it was hard to keep it warm because the key was attached to the power card, which obviously had to be removed every time you left the room. We took permission from the staff to remove the key from the card but the cleaner continued to turn the heating off every day! Anyway, moving on, the bathroom was strangely laid out too, the basin was cracked and the shower stall leaked. The shower pressure, however, was excellent, and I can honestly say that was the best part of our stay in this hotel.|But the hotel, as a whole, was cold and dingy and oddly furnished with heavy, ugly chairs carved with what seemed like bird head(s) with two holes for eyes. |As for breakfast, it was execrable – after day 1, we only ever ate clementines and drank tonnes of tea. The bread was hard, the local (fresh) cheese old and smelly, the boiled eggs had a grey rim to the yolks, the fried eggs seemed to have been cooked in old oil, the orange "juice" could hardly have been more synthetic. Even the Byrek was hard and flavourless without much filling, despite Albania having so much of this delightful savoury phyllo pie with a variety of delectable things in it.