Christian V
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A mythical grand hotel that has had a great past. But the present is not so great. The hotel is dusty, you breathe stale air, the rooms were last renovated in the 80s when the fabric on the walls and the wicker furniture were used. The carpet in my suite was stained, the tiles in the bathroom chipped, the toilet was leaking, creating a trace of limestone in the toilet that has been accumulating for decades, shower stall with a crooked protective glass that causes the water to flow out creating a dangerous lake of water on the bathroom floor, the window panes stained by a strange fossilized condensation that has created inside the double glazing.... The service is poor and sloppy, despite the good will of some of the staff, it is evident that they lack training. At restaurants and bars you pay for being at the Excelsior, but for quality and service they are very far from luxury. A Spritz four times than in any other bar in Venice, with two cicchetti it easily reaches 30 EUR. In such a structure it would be justified, but I would expect to be surprised with something unique, instead it is a very normal Spritz and the cicchetti are small tasteless sandwiches. After a few days, the team at the bar begin to recognize you and become more affable, but from the Excelsior I would have expected much better: if you do not have a product up to it, you must at least compensate with an impeccable service. But this is not the case with the Excelsior. I didn't go to the beach because the huts are horribly expensive and it's not clear why. The swimming pool is pleasant (incredibly with free access), but you have to arrive early in the morning, otherwise you won't find a deck chair available. I counted 52, for a 200-room hotel that was full in August. ||The shuttle service to San Marco is excellent, incredibly free and every half hour. The team at the dock is courteous and professional and provide with some very good advice. Given the expensive beach and the always full swimming pool, a trip to Venice is more than welcome. ||The day before my departure they began to set up the spaces for the Film Festival, transforming the hotel into a construction site, with no respect for the customers.||In short, not a catastrophe, but almost.