Liz S.
Yelp
On paper, this hostel is A++: great location, super cozy, well appointed, etc. But in reality, it is a far cry from this.
First let me preface - it's a hostel. I know this. I've stayed in many. (I usually try to stay in those affiliated with Hosteling International, but alas, they have none in Asheville.) I understand that your space is not always your own, that noise carries between people and between rooms, and that, in a lot of ways, your stay is completely dependent on how courteous - or rude - other guests are. Yet in this case, the guests could not have been more pleasant. That leaves the hostel itself.
I guess I should start with the pros. The location IS great. Truly smack dab in the middle of Asheville. The staff was hospitable. The laundry facilities, though I didn't use them myself, were reasonably priced and didn't seem overused while I was there, which I can only assume means it's possible to do laundry while staying there.
And yet...(I'll start from least offensive to most...)
- My shower was freezing. Upon returning from a hike, I hopped in the shower to clean off before exploring Asheville in the evening and the water was ICE COLD. I was shaking just trying to wash my hair as quickly as possible. When I walked outside of the shower, I passed by the front desk (they're right next to one another) and commented that the water was freezing, and the receptionist looked baffled. A guy - presumably someone who works there - asked what shower I was in and when I told him, he said, "oh, #1 and #4 are the best." The receptionist and him continued to go back and forth about how they've needed to get pipes fixed, water is intermittently cold, etc. It was super disconcerting that this was not an isolated incident and seems to be a perpetual problem.
- The WiFi was horrible. For whatever reason, it seems contained only to the living/kitchen space, which I can't understand since the bunks are essentially part of that space (see my third bullet). And yet, the WiFi was limited. And when I WAS able to connect, I kept getting booted off the network (from multiple devices - it wasn't me) and pages were super slow to load. I ended up connecting to the free WiFi from Anthropologie below, which was spotty at best - but still better than Sweet Peas'.
- It's not very clean. At first blush, it seems it. But I picked over two dozen stray hairs off my sheets - which seem to attract all sorts of lint and such - before making my bed. And when I dropped a hair elastic to the side of my mattress in my pod, I saw all sorts of bobby pins, fingernails, dust, lint and hair kitty-cornered between the mattress and the wall. It just takes two seconds to lift the flimsy mattress and vacuum in there, but apparently that thought never crossed their minds. Bathrooms were also dirty, though not as disgustingly so. The sinks were always wet, one stall was perpetually out of toilet paper, and two separate times I walked into unflushed toilets. (How this even happens is beyond me.)
- There is no privacy. Every other hostel I've stayed at has a shared living space with private rooms. Now, these rooms may have 6,8 or 10 bunks in them - but they have a door. They're private. Separate from the living area. Not at Sweet Peas! The bunk space - pod or bunk - are all small walkways branched off from the living space that are only the length of two bunks end-to-end. The walls are ¾. No doors. So essentially it's like one big sleepover with everyone under the same roof - you can hear everyone's snores, everyone's laughs, the people in the kitchen making tea or popping popcorn, etc. And the floors, though a beautiful natural wood, creak like crazy. Don't fool yourself by thinking you can slide one of those velvet curtains over your pod and close the world out. If anything it just blocks the light. You will hear everything.
- ...and that leads me to my last bullet: there is no quiet. Ever. It's above a bar. To be fair, I was warned of this ahead of time, but I thought it would just mean hearing a hum of chatter and muffled bass. NOPE! It was like I was AT the bar. I don't know how I can describe it to you and actually convey how loud it was. I heard entire conversations between women. I recognized nearly all the songs that were playing. When the DJ spoke, he might as well been speaking to me.
Do yourself a favor and find an Airbnb or fork over the money to stay elsewhere.