Patricia Jacquod
Google
We chose this 3-star hotel which looked decent for its price in the photos. However, upon arrival, we greeted in the local language, and the man sitting behind reception answered in Italian with a “ciao.” Surprising. We continued in Swiss German (even though our language is French), but he kept speaking in Italian and couldn’t manage the local language. He couldn’t find our reservation and finally gave us the room of another guest with the same first name. Reception: terrible.
The elevator was out of order. We took the stairs: the carpet was filthy, completely worn out, and dirty everywhere.
The room: the door was thin, the room itself was spacious, simple, and clean, but the windows and curtains were dirty. Only one chair on the balcony — broken.
The bathroom: tiny, dark, extremely old. The door opened inward, which meant it couldn’t even open fully, and you had to contort yourself to get inside. Missing tiles revealed mold everywhere. No toothbrush glasses. No glasses at all. After flushing the toilet, the water kept running for another five minutes.
Breakfast: stale croissants, cappuccino without milk, the waiter just stared at us without doing anything. No hello, nothing. It felt like a big, soulless youth hostel dining hall — bland, cold — and this is supposed to be a 3-star hotel.